My bandmate and I
met our favorite band.
He told us to meet up after the show.
He joined us.
I charged my phone.
I didn't ask for a picture.
He passed out generous slices
of Game of Thrones birthday cake.
I told myself the conversation was enlightening.
She talked on and on, nerves showing.
He complimented our supportive friendship.
His eyes wandered and I wondered
why he was breaking the stereotype.
Grateful, intrigued, and only disappointed
in the quality of conversation.
I talked less and less.
He wasn't on my level.
She couldn't stay on topic.
All 3 phones lighting up,
time to go, time to part.
He gave me an unopened jar of jam.
His email address,
a walk home,
and a hug.