Snickers bar

I know he’s got it.

She wants it, I know.

It’s there in his pocket.

It’s there in the set of her eyes. See, she won’t look at me.

He’s avoiding my gaze. I’ll surprise him, just say something.

Hi.

Now I need to reply.

I said hi.

I’m not looking. His pocket’s not bending. I’ll try to pretend I don’t see.

I said hi.

Er, yeah, hi.

What you looking at?

Where?

Why you staring?

Not there?

At my pocket.

You’ve got it?

Of course. I could share if you’d like.