Just Outside the Mall

-You're telling me all these things, but what's the catch?
-The catch?
-Well, it sounds so perfect, like a dream cone true, but there must be a catch, so what's yours?
Then she didn't know, how could she? It wasn't what he said, but what he chose to omit, which after seven months came as a late answer for that question. All she was left with was that single memory that was played over and over inside her head: What's your catch?