I lay uneasy in my bed as the day goes by me with little effort. I’ve slept most of the day, waking up at 12:00 pm is great when you have had a rough week though. I lay in my bed wondering what I could do today. I list the normal going to the mall, seeing a movie, or something else that requires little effort.


However where I live we certainly get hot very fast and need to cool off constantly. So in the spur I decided to visit an old watering hole that someone showed me once. Where I live we have these convections called “snow balls.” These shaved ice flavored treats come in many sizes and flavors, however some locations have flavors that make them unique and worth the travel.


This particular location is somewhat dear to me because of who showed it to me. But I have not seen her in a long time. We constantly went to this particular location to indulge our sweet tooth and have a good time talking and laughing. The memories leave as I realize that it’s just getting later and they might close early. I jump into my mustang and drive off from my house. The traffic is surprisingly light for 3 o clock in the afternoon, regardless of it being Saturday.


I finally get to the snowball stand that holds the one flavor that they exclusively sold. I wait in line, sweating with the beating sun over my head and no shade to be seen in slight. The stand is crowded due to the hot day, not that uncommon, but is annoying when you have individuals that can’t make up their mind about what they want. I wait patiently, sweat beginning to form on my neck and back from the heat of the beating sun. I still wait as the line shortens one by one. The only thing to do is watch as the cars leave and enter the parking lot while I wait. Then I hear a familiar sound, an engine that I know belongs to a certain type of car. I look over my shoulder to see that black car pull into the parking lot. My eyes widen as I see it park. I think to myself “it can’t be her; there is no way I’m that lucky.” Even if it is her, what the hell should I do, what can I do?


I see her exit her car, wearing tight short shorts and a black low cut v top. Her dark hair glistens as she steps out and stands up her hair only a little past shoulder length. My hart starts to beat fast as I try to stop myself from running to her. I look back forward and pretend to read the menu that is posted outside the window. I then realize that I’m the last person in line; she gets in line right behind me. No doubt she knows who it is, only so many individuals could look like me and only too few in this part of town. I hear a slight giggle behind me as I finally get up to the window and place my order. I receive my snowball and return to my car. I sit on the hood, taken a bit of my snowball and wait to see what she does.


As she finishes at the window she walks over to my car. I continue to take another bit of the sugar flavored ice. We look at each other and say hello and begin to talk about how things have been lately with our lives. Catching up is always fun to do with a friend you have not seen in a while.