Passing by

 

 

    I was just wandering around, walking by the street, going where my fingers said. Looking at the street shops when a familiar face met the corner of my eye.

 

- Hey! Hello!

 

- Oh, hello! How are you?

 

- Fine, fine, thanks. And you?

 

- Perfectly well, thank you.... It's been a long, long time, hasn't it?

 

- Oh, yeah, quite a bit... we haven't met since... uh....

 

- Yes, too much time, please do not mention it.

 

-Oh, ok. And what have you been doing in this time?

 

- Nothing special, really. Just... the same as always...and what about your life?

 

- The same. Nothing really interesting.

 

- But that's not bad, you know, if things are going well.

 

- Oh, you're right, and everything is going very good. I do not have any complains.

 

- Neither do I.

 

- Guesso, you never complain, never.

 

- You're right, but that's because I do not have a reason to.

 

- That's true.

 

-...

 

-...

 

-...

 

-... well If you're not too busy we can meet some sunny day.

 

- Of course, I'd love to!

 

- Ok, then I will stop by soon.

 

- Ok, do not forget me. Remember, you owe me one.

 

-You're right.