Sure enough, within an hour the boy was back. He brushed his shaggy hair out of his face with a single flip of his head.

"Soooooo, you still hate my guts?"

"I DISLIKE your guts. Hate is a strong word."

"Ya don't SAY."

He had traces of sarcasm everywhere. In his voice, his actions, his emotions. Sarcasm was endlessly present in his life. I sighed and crossed my arms.

"When you're done with your oversized Jordans and snapbacks let me know."

"Nice try. If ya can't understand me don't try."

He stared at me. I stared at him. Then I stuck my tongue out at him. Liz came bounding in. I had forgotten we had no power in the theater. It seems she had not.

"OMG WOW GUYS CRAZY WEATHER AM I RIGHT? I COULD GO FOR SOME SOUP. LET'S ALL GO GET SOUP!"

I knew what she was doing, and I'm glad she did.