A Good Walk

Without money and stuck in a mall
I walk with a friend, the word sounding strange to me
This is the last walk we'll have together whilst getting paid
There have been so many before.

Walking through the breathing mass of bodies a women catches my eye
My story about the shampoo incident becomes incoherent as my words suddenly
Fall from my mouth, numb and hollow
My legs continue to bend and move as my neck cranes back like an owl's
Following the women

My friend nudges me in the ribs
I stumble slightly and look at her.

"What was that for?"
"Did you just check that girl out?"
I smile deviantly as I glance back
She was gone.
"What girl?"

"Did you?"  Her voice changes and for once I pick up on it.
I look into her eyes as she asks.  
Reading into her thoughts through blue eyes, adding another layer to our conversation.

We know the motions, the pitches and tones, and the subtle hints between us.
She reads me like a favourite book, and I her like a favourite album

Words had lost value as I looked into her eyes.
I had made her jealous
A beautiful women made jealous by me?
I'd forgotten what that feeling was like
This was a good walk.