hipster - ii.

It was at the stoplight again.

Looking out the windows of my old navy Corolla waiting for the light to change, I see this teenage guy strutting like a model down the sidewalk. Nodding his head to the music from his bulky headphones, he holds a black leather bag awkwardly under his arm. As he jaywalks across the road, I can't help but wonder about him.

Leaning back to face Aaron, I ask, “On a dare?”

“Maybe just hipster,” he says smugly.