“I wanted to… I don’t know how to say -” said Rufus. He began to stand.
“No, listen,” said Sami. “It’s cool. I get it. You don’t have to-”
“But there’s so much I need to -”
Sami tried to pin his arms to his side, tried to stop his feet from moving. “Rufus. Chill. Just write me a letter or something, ok? I mean, I love you, too.”
“But, but, but…” He broke free. “There’s too much emotion! I need to!”
He burst into a ballad. The street bloomed with light and sound, and the baristas sang backup.
“Fuck,” said Sami.