You joked,
about picking me up̶
in that loud, messy group chat.
I said,
"sure, come to my place,"
half-laughing,
half-unsure.
I didnʼt even save your number.
but i knew your face,
from the red jacket
last night.
Then,
at six,
my phone rang.
An unknown number.
"Hey... send me your address?"
I froze.
Just for a second.
Then typed it anyway.
Thirty minutes later̶
you were there.
Outside my door.
Brown corduroy,
vanilla chocolate scent,
like warm coffee
and quiet chaos.
You smiled,
like you knew
how insane this was.
We barely knew each other.
but somehow,
i climbed onto your bike,
like weʼve done this
a thousand times.
And on that ride,
under the fading sky,
i thought̶
what the hell
is happening to my heart?