SUNSHOWER

ten.

"aren't we just strangers?" i say.

it's 4:59, and he's just finished setting up.

kyan thinks for a moment. then he says, "no, i don't think we are."

"really?" i say. "all i know about you is your name."

he laughs. "you know more than that, riley."

i don't say anything else, since it's 5:00, and he's picking up his guitar, but he's right.

i know his favorite movie is coco, since it always makes him cry. i know he sometimes feels like running away. i know his mom's expecting, and he's excited to have a little sister. i know his favorite book genre is romance. i know his comfort food is puff puffs, and he hates tomatoes. i know he has stitches on his left hand, from playing with his dad's pocket knife when he was six. i know he has a guinea pig named cupcake. i know his voice is beautiful.

but i don't know his age, or the school he goes to, or his last name.

how can i know so much about him, yet know nothing at all?