Beautiful Stranger

"Come into the line with us!" His friends wave for him to budge. He shakes his head no and stays behind me. He ends up buying a large and we sit on a wooden bench sharing poutine at 3am.

Him: What do you paint?
Me: Mostly portraits of people-when I first meet them. People are so beautiful. I go home and I'm just like, "Woooow this person is blowing my mind right now! I have to paint them."
Him: You see the good in people
Me: Haha my greatest skill and weakness in life. I always find parts of people's personality to love
Him: Do you have a girlfriend?
Me: No we broke up
He leaves his fork resting on a fry and looks up at me
Me: It's fine
Him: No it's not. That's what people always say when it's not fine.

I kiss him on his left cheek and say goodnight. I reach out and gently touch the side of his jawbone.
Beautiful stranger.