The next level

I was waiting for my train last Thursday, minding my own business, listening to my ipod and playing a rousing game of Tetris, when I sensed some movement over my right shoulder. It was The Informant. He was standing next to me, watching my game, and making fun of me. I didn't hear him at first, but I guess I was amusing enough for him to stick around and wait for me to notice. I removed my ear buds, laughed along with him to be polite and continued my game. His phone then rang (his mother), and he though that he would just stand with me and talk to her. She was calling to tell him of a death in the family. Apparently this person had a drinking problem and The Informant did not find the news of his passing to be very surprising. I'm so happy that we have taken our relationship to the next level. My Summer is truly complete.