"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" I yelled, running up to Starsky and hugging him, "I haven't seen you since last year!"
Starsky laughed. "Yep," he said, "it's been awhile."
"Did you have a nice holiday?" I asked, releasing him from the hug.
"Yes, it was magical," Starsky said.
I grinned. "You should've taken me!"
Starsky just smiled and shook his head. "No, just me and Alyssa."
"Aw," I said, sadly.
"You'd like her, she's a keeper like your friend.. what's his name, um..."
"Yeah!" Starsky said, "him."
"You don't know his name?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"So, you don't like him much?" I said, loudly, "So, your girlfriend's uncle has been getting in your ear and..."
"No," Starsky said, indignantly. "Of course I like Wade, I..."
Starsky didn't trail off, he never trailed off. I knew something was up, when my confident bff was stuttering and not finishing his sentences.
I turned around.
A Sri Lankan was standing behind me, his face resembling a pixie, his hand wrapped in a bandage.
He was crying.
"Um, are you... are you okay?" I asked him.
The man nodded, tears falling down his cheeks.
"Would you... do you like pie?" I asked.
He nodded again.
I got out a blueberry pie from my pocket, and whipped it into the man's face.
He licked his lips.
Me and Starsky laughed too.
"Thank you," the man said, still laughing, "I feel so much better now."
P.S. Pies makes people happy