And so we ended up eating out under the stars.

I was quite happy with myself, my grabbing of my jacket at last minute before heading out with Jake. If I hadn’t had it, I would probably have frozen.

But in it, eating pizza out in the middle of a field on a beach towel with Jake, I was comfortable.

We were eating our pizza in mostly silence, other than a soft comment here and there, to prevent it from being awkward.

But pizza only lasts so long, and soon we were sitting there with an empty pizza box in front of us.

We’d already exhausted conversation in such topics as:
Wow, the stars are pretty tonight.
The pizza’s good.
It’s a bit chilly, huh?
I wonder why they put round pizzas in square boxes.

Now it was silent for a while, the two of us just looking up at the stars.

Then Jake spoke, in a more serious, more thoughtful voice than in the previous (round pizza/square box) conversations.

“So how long have you and Max been friends?” he asked.

I glanced over at him, then answered.