"I'm sorry." Tetsuya apologizes,

holding up a yellow popsicle.

I don't say a word, accepting

the cold treat as I begin to

lick it.

It's so sour, having a

taste of pure sweet

lemon.

Tetsuya on the other

hand isn't eating a

popsicle.

He did say that sweets

weren't his thing.

The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.

He's more of a foodie

person.

"Tetsu," I began.

Tetsuya's cheeks and

ears turns red,

it seems as if

giving him a

nickname

IS

unexpected.

"Is it okay if I call

you that?" I asked

him.

"Sure…..crybaby."

Tetsuya smiles,

sitting down.

I sat next to him.

There's something I

want him to know.

"Is something on

your mind?"

Tetsuya asked,

snapping me out

of my very

thoughts.