We walked peacefully

to the grocery store together

with a noticeable--but not uncomfortable-- silence between us.

Occasionally,

one of us would strike up a conversation.

And when it dried up,

there would be a short pause before the other picked it up again.

Kumo did most of the talking though.

He went on and on about himself:

what his blood type was (B),
his age this year (17),
which school he went to
(apparently, it was someplace close by).

I didn't mind. 

It felt so natural and comfortable just listening to him.
Almost like I was talking to someone I was close to.
Perhaps it was because of his easygoing manner.