There was this one particular event, one of many ways, how we shared a secret. He used to sit around the corner. But there was no secret about that. His friends knew he was waiting for me and my friends knew he was waiting for me. This one night, I was walking to the parking lot when I saw him standing there in the dark corner. Smoking cigarette. I didn't know he smoked. I don't think anyone knew he smoked. I saw the different side of him. Not about him smoking cigarette, it was something else. His other good part. I didn't know why looking him like that, in his white hoodie, blowing some smoke could make me see his good part. It just did.
His glance caught mine, and I could feel our smiling eyes. I put my stuff in the car then I drove away. Left him in his moment. We never talked about that night, but every time he sat there in the corner, waiting for me, caught my eyes and we exchanged smiles, that shy smiles tacitly, we knew that there's a secret only we know. It's not just about I knew that he knew, but it's also about he knew that I knew he knew.