Got a Match?

I positioned myself behind a huge potted plant and watched the walking dead shuffle by me oblivious that this was the closest I had ever come to being on a covert operation. My palms were actually sweating.

And then my target appeared. Thirty years later, I still recognized that arrogant swagger and I knew in an instant that I was going to confront him today and settle the score.

I moved away from my hiding place and marched over to my high school flame and looked him straight in his eyes and said with the all the pain that my former seventeen year old  soul  could muster, “So why did you stop calling me?”