As you were ordering your jambalaya, I whispered, "Hey, this one's on me." Hee hee, sorry to interrupt you like that.

"We are eating here, right?" you asked afterward.
"Of course," I replied.

And we went sitting at one of the benches. It's cool how they put white fences around the area.

Most of the time, you did the talking, as I never have enough confidence to tell stories in person. This blog is all I have, and maybe chatting. I am a different persona online, I guess.

Funny, you reminding me of my youngest brother. Will he turn out to be like you? What a simple thought.