Cinnamon Toothpick

"What've you got there?" she asked. We sat next to each other almost every day.

"Cinnamon toothpick" I reply.

"Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you have a cinnamon toothpick? I've never heard of them."

"Growing up my parents bought them, and stumbled across them on the internet and got like 200 of them for like $7."

"Interesting."

"I know they're weird, but I really like them. They're comforting.

"Can I have one?"

That makes me nervous.

"Uh-" I dribble, a little shocked, "yeah, of course."

I flick the box a little so one pokes out, she takes it.

"Wow, these are great", she comments.

Such a simple request knocks me off balance, but sitting within the wake she makes is much better than standing on solid ground anywhere else.