John

You had a friend, John. You've been friends since kindergarten. You hit it off immediately. You were always together, even sitting at the same desk in school. You started noticing more and more that sometimes he didn't listen to the teacher at all during class, but looked at you instead. And not just a quick glance and looking away—he was practically staring, trying to touch you and all that. It didn't seem strange to you. Then, one evening after school, you stepped outside, and a warm May breeze hit your faces. Smiles immediately appeared on your faces. You happily went for a walk, wandered through the park, and bought ice cream. After all that, you headed to the bus stop in the evening. You arrived. There was no one at the stop. You sat on the bench and started chatting, until he suddenly went silent. You asked: Hey, did something happen?
He answered: Do you want to date me?

What?

Do you want to date me? He repeated seriously.

With you? You answered quietly.

No, fuck, with that passerby over there.