John

You had a friend, John. You became friends back in kindergarten. You hit it off right away. You were always together, even sitting at the same desk at school. You began to notice more and more often that sometimes during class he wouldn't listen to the teacher at all, but would look at you. And not just glance and look away, but he'd literally stare, try to touch you somehow, and all that. You didn't find it strange. And then one evening after school, you went out, and the warm May wind blew in your faces. A smile immediately appeared on your faces. You happily went for a walk, you walked through the park, bought ice cream. And after all that, in the evening, you went to the bus stop. You arrived. There were no people at the bus stop. You sat on a bench and started chatting until he abruptly fell silent. You asked, "Hey, is something wrong?"
He replied: Let's date?

What?

Let's date. He repeated seriously.

With you? You answered quietly.

No, fuck, with that passerby.