"People will walk in and walk out of your life, but the one whose footstep made a long lasting impression is the one you should never allow to walk out."
―Michael Bassey Johnson
"What time are we leaving?"
"Saturday Morning. I have to stop by my parent's house to grab the tickets."
"Can you do that before you pick me up?"
"Backtrack?"
"Your mom thinks we are dating."
"My mom thinks a lot of things."
"We are not dating."
"Why are you telling me this? I know we are not dating, Michonne. We are friends."
"Exactly. Leave it to your Mom, we are in a relationship. Boyfriend and Girlfriend."
"I have not left it to my Mom. You were there, Michonne."
"I like your Mom, Rick. I just don't like her speaking things into existence."
"Something can't exist if there is nothing in the first place."
It dawned on Michonne. She needed clarification. She waited for Rick to finish paying for the bag of cotton candy from the food vendor at the fairground, ten miles south from their job at Go Stop. This was their routine almost every day to never make it home after spending a significant amount of time at work together. Something about going off the beaten path was kind of fun. Whim.
"I'm confused," Michonne admitted.
"I have no idea why." Rick turned to gift Michonne with her own bag of the sweet fluffy candy.
"Weren't you going to take, Lori or Jessie?"
"Neither of them watch the show. I rather go with someone who watches and likes the show. I rather you. Do you have a problem with that?" He smiled a curious smile while watching her try to open the bag in just the right way to secure it. She had offered him some, but he had declined, preferring to take her hand when she finally satisfied her sweet-tooth.
"Of course not. I would much prefer it was me than wasted on someone who doesn't have the basic appreciation for Andrew Lincan." Michonne responded smugly.
"He's married, Michonne."
"Not in my no zombie fantasies, he is not."
"Real life."
"Okay, if we are dealing with real life, this is soo, not a date."
"This is not a date." Rick reaffirmed intertwining his fingers with hers as they walked around the fair together.
"I can't have my future baby Daddy thinking I've stepped out on him."
"Who, Andrew Lincan?"
"No, Mike." Michonne bumped her shoulders into Rick's.
"Does he know you exist yet?"
"Still working on it. I have been giving him the eye as he can get it, and it is all his for the taking."
"There is a fine line with sexual harassment."
"I am not harassing."
"Something, we both have to be careful with is all I'm saying, Michonne. We've been spending a great deal of time together, and I can understand why some people think we are dating. I could understand why Mike Wesson thought we are."
"We are? He? Are you now telling me something?"
"I am."
"Am I going to be angry with the details?"
"I don't know."
Michonne stopped walking. She searched his eyes to only find herself lost while looking in them as deeply as he was gazing into hers.