Bad Timing

Today on the bus a little boy with winding curls looked up at me and pointed. He pointed at the window, his dad, his mom, and then at me; so I pointed back at him. He smiled because I played his game, and then we played peekaboo and counting to ten. The peekaboo made him laugh, it made the lady beside me laugh. His sister asked my name, "Carmen" I said, "Carmen" she repeated, and let it sink in. The boy screamed for apple juice, and then he blew me kisses. "Thank you!" I said, "Am I your girlfriend now?" He smiled again and nodded vigorously, then blew me a couple more in confirmation. His dad took a picture of me and said that he wanted to remember his sons first girlfriend. It would be a short relationship I thought to myself, and then I got off at my stop.

I told this to Al when I got home and he laughed at all the right parts, making me feel good. His smile transformed into confusion, and then to slight anger.

"You cheated on me on our anniversary?"

"Sorry."