“Don’t say that. You don’t know me.” I stare straight ahead, still keeping distance between us. I don’t know why I’m entertaining this conversation when I’m still going to go through with it. I have no desire or will to live and I’m okay with going out this way. “My name is Daniel Garcia, but my friends call me Danny.” His words are soft, but friendly, laid-back almost as if he were talking to a friend. “And now you’re my friend, so call me Danny.”
