He was happier than he should be just driving to get cat food, then going to a coffee shop. He was imagining what he'd say to
Imogen Howe
. Maybe he would pretend he didn't know her when he walked in, or maybe he'd just say the usual. He wanted to hug her, but he'd just seen her the day before and they didn't really do that, so why would he do it now.
Two four way stops away.
Westcity
seemed far away today. He could see himself here. Going to the store for his mom, he liked that. He felt like here he was a cog, but comfortable, like he knew what to do. People were here for him. He had his roommates, but mostly it was him in Westcity. Alone. He wouldn't ever say this to anyone but it sucked when it was like that.
One four way stop away.
There was one time when he was driving home to Westcity his roommate wasn't back yet. It had snowed so he had to go really slow. It took like two hours. At one point right near his house he was the only one on the road. He liked that, everything white and snowy, but when he got to his apartment it was so cold. He has never forgotten that feeling, he felt so alone.
He pulled in his parking spot. Right after the morning rush, Imogen was changing the sign outside. Friday Party!
