It was always while walking that we could have a chance to talk.
I like walks. Walks don’t have to imply a destination. They don’t need to have an end.

But ours was the plaza, where he could catch a ride home. It was near sunset, and once again, he was walking fast. “I just really need to get there quickly,” he told me.
I nodded, and just tried to keep up.

“What did happen between the two of them?” I asked, picking up an old topic about two of our friends. “They used to spend all their time together.”
" I dunno," he shrugged. “A falling out, maybe?”
I shrugged. We walked on.
“It kinda makes me wonder if a thing like that could happen to us.”
He looked at me and smiled. “I don’t think so. Best friends forever, remember?”
Like I’d forget what Cassie branded us.

We reached the plaza by then. On the other side was a line of jeepneys and tricycles, all waiting for passengers.
“Ahh, there we go. Thanks for walking with me.”
“Sure. Anything for you.”

I didn’t think he heard that last one.