”I’m not one to judge,” I say, pulling my hat down over my ears.
“The people who say that are always the one judging!” You say, eyes wide and mouth the shape of an open door.
You’re right, and I know it, but I deny it. My boot catches on the ice and I almost fall but you catch me. Strong hands, steady feet.
”I am actually very judgemental,” I look down, kick a small ball of snow. “I wish I wasn’t, but I am…”
”Everyone is,” you are smiling, and I know this because of the sound of your voice. I’m still looking down.
”I don’t want to be, though! It’s such a waste of time!” A car speeds by and slush splashes up onto the sidewalk beside us, narrowly missing your left side. “What an asshole! Pay attention!”
You stop walking and throw your head back in laughter.