I got nothin’ to say to you, man.
I walked around in front of him and pushed my index finger into his chest. He stopped as though I had pushed a button and his eyes flicked my way then off again. He stepped back. Then he stepped to the side and moved away. I started toward him and his walk became a trot and then a full-on run. He was gone.
I stood there a moment, confused. I had needed to tell him something vital, but he just wouldn’t hear it. What was I supposed to do now?
I turned back to my original direction. And here he came. Here he came.
He was the one. The one who would listen.
I stepped forward to tell him.