#danielrockefella.

          “Is that a new jacket?”  She asked almost absentmindedly, but intentionally.  They were neighbors, but hardly the friendly type.  She’d tried, but apparently harbored too much energy for Daniel to find charming.  “I liked the old one better.  It gave you a lot more character.  Is it too late to return this one?  Where’d you get it, a consignment store?”  Her words hardly felt fitting in the Spring Fest atmosphere, sugar and children laughing in every direction.  But it was difficult to be nice to someone who couldn’t, or wouldn’t, return the favor.  “I hear there’s a new pizza stand this year.  You like pizza, right?  Like every other normal human being?”