We were watching Max through around a toy, content with playing by himself. We were sitting in a bald patch of grass, nice and dry ground. We hadn't said anything to one another. Just silence.
Not that the silence was uncomfortable, it wasn't. It was…nice. But I wanted to talk to him. I wanted him to talk to me, I wanted to know all about this guy, his favourite things, his football team, the flavour of his ice cream, HIS FUCKING NAME… and so, the complete twonk that I am, just blurts out "Cookie Dough!" and his face is one of confusion and I even see a hint of fear in his eyes and because I've already just made an utter fool of myself, I run.
I leave hastily, I can't leave fast enough. And he's still in shock, on the dirty ground, staring at where I was sitting.
I didn't even get his name.