"oh, before i go, what's your name?", he asked, right arm holding a skateboard, standing in front of the roller door. standing in his stupid, boyish glory,

i stupidly replied, then he skated off breaking the thin cold air. (after i reciprocated social niceties, even though i'd already known for days) 
it wasn't anything written in the books, yet neither was it anything that spontaneously happened. lasting effects, lasted for weeks, glimpse of a change and a tinge of gold.
walkways are different now, times i avoid and places i go to see faces i don't want to see. just so i don't splash into faces i do want to see.

childish anonymity