Somebody’s Fool

Rain pelted the brim of your glittery ball cap as you tried to convince us you didn’t steal the bike you were pushing up the street. We moved under the shelter of an awning as you continued on with your unsolicited defence. My friend was smoking and exhaled an indifferent “No” after your arms raised while exclaiming “Do I look like a thief?” I considered asking if you had ever stolen any hearts but decided against, worried that you had.