The guy outside of Anna’s is smoking pot. You can smell it halfway down the street. It’s high quality. I can’t help but smile as I walk past him.

“Girl knows what’s up,” he says and holds out a hand to me.

“Don’t ever change man,” I say, hi-five him, and explode it out.

“I love you and I don’t even know you.”

“That makes two of us,” I call behind me.