I was at the supermarket picking up some beer. And there he was, in the produce section, Jesus.

"So...long time no see." he turned and saw me, then spoke hesitantly and awkwardly fondles the zucchini in his basket with his long, persistant fingers.

"Yeah." I couldn't look him in the eyes. I never could, even during the most divine of all our nights together.

"How are you doing?" Jesus hesitated before speaking to fast.

"Fine, fine. Thanks. You?"

"I'm doing okay." Long pause.

"It's been like, 3 months." he said, with much care.

"Yeah. 3 months already." I replied.

"You still seeing that red-headed boy?"

"No, we broke up a month ago."

Jesus' halo suddenly lit up, bright as a Broadway spotlight.