i called a boy named dominic. but when we met, he introduced himself as drew.
“oh, is drew your real name?” i asked.
“no, my real name’s dominic. but most people call me drew.”
“okay,” i said, but to be honest, i didn’t know what to call him.
i’d brought him a gift, as a sign of good will. hey, we were meeting for the first time, why not.
when we said goodbye, he called me back. “hey, what about this?”
he’d looked a little punch drunk the whole time we’d talked, like he didn’t know what to make of me. maybe he thought i was trying to sell him something?
“it’s a gift. a sign of good will,” i said.
“oh wow.” he was actually surprised. i said goodbye, closing the door.