“Let's go?” I call for him without the slightest patience. He nods his head. He's calm, hands in pockets, and seems to be on automatic in the mini conversation.

“Invited you to a party, didn’t they?” I ask ironically, pretending to pay attention to the merchandise on display.

“Every day you surprise me even more,” he comments, holding back a laugh. Oh, what a pain, why is he always laughing?

“Should I know the reason?” We turn into the aisle next door.

“You're still the same, you just don't know it.”

I make a face in response to that. “Right. One more point for you who knows me so well.”...