“Sometimes it’s easier to tell things to a stranger.” “But you’re not a stranger. At least, you don’t feel like one.” He makes a face. “Never mind, I’m not making any sense.” “I think I get it, don’t worry. But if I’m not a stranger anymore, then what am I to you?” Something flashes behind his dark brown eyes, but it vanishes just as quickly. “A friend. If that’s okay with you, I mean.” I swallow back the squeal that bubbles up in my throat. “Sure. Friends it is.”
