Afterwards, we walked down by the Alexandria waterfront. Having skipped dessert at the restaurant, we bought ice cream. It was warm enough, now, for ice cream. Winter seemed as if it was five minutes ago, but spring was definitely reality.

“Hey ladies?”

I tried to ignore the call, but Kanesha turned.

“You ladies could use somebody to…liven up your life.”

“You could use a dip in the harbor to cool you down,” Kanesha noted.

I couldn’t even think of anything obvious we had been doing.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” he added.

“As it happens, I do.” Which wasn’t entirely true. “I know all about men, and you’re a very poor specimen of the breed.”

“Oh, you’re biiiiisexual.” He strung out the bi.

“Doesn’t mean I’m into you.”

“Oh, come on…”

Kanesha looked like she really was going to push him in the harbor. “Don’t bother,” I told her. “We’ll be the ones who have to explain it to the cops.”

She sighed. “Good point. Let’s go somewhere less…polluted.” She hooked her free arm into mine, pointedly, and we stalked off.

He didn’t follow, but that was only because he’d changed targets. To my disgust, I noticed his new target was maybe thirteen.

“Hold on. I’m calling the cops.”

Kanesha looked over her shoulder. “Oh. Eww. Yeah. Do it.”

I handed her my ice cream, what was left of it, so I could dial. “Police. Alexandria waterfront. There’s a guy creeping on minors.”

“Creeping?”

“Creeping. Harassed me and my girlfriend and now he’s targeting a thirteen year old.”

The dispatcher actually went, “Eww.” Then pause. “There’s a couple of uniforms half a block away. I suspect a presence will get rid of him.”

“I hope so.” I almost hoped not – a night in the drunk tank would cool his ardor even faster than a dip in the harbor.

“I should have pushed him in,” Kanesha grumbled. “Let’s finish our ice cream and go home.”

I held my tongue, but was inclined to agree with her.