“Wait,” he calls out. “You can’t just leave me out here. Who will I talk to?” Pausing, I glance back at him. “The same person you were talking to before I came out and interrupted you. You can finish that nice conversation with yourself.” “I like talking with you better. What’s your name?” “I’m not telling you that.” I should leave it at that and keep walking, but something keeps me rooted in place. “Fine. Tell me something else about you then.” “Why?” “Because I don’t want to go back inside yet, and I get the feeling you don’t either.”
