We walked for a while. I had my hood pulled up and no one gave me a second glance as they hurried to work. I thought about Daniel, about why he was being so nice to me. I guess he just wanted to make up for being rude.
He turned down a smaller road. I'd not been outside in ten years. It was... weird. The air was less stuffy and it was nice and cool. My feet were getting a bit cold in my flip-flops but it didn't bother me.
We turned another corner and a grassy area came into view. It was surrounded by railings and inside were pieces of metal bent into odd shapes. It was exactly what Daniel was headed for.
He opened the small gate for me and followed me through. He climbed up a smooth piece of metal that had stairs on the other side. I stood hesitantly on the soft material that made the floor. It was soft and bouncy. It squished slightly under my feet.
"What's up?" he asked.
"I've been inside for the past ten years," I explained.
"Really?" he exclaimed. I nodded.
"And I spent the first six years of my life on a spaceship. I've only been outside for about a week in total."
I nodded again. "I have no idea what any of this is," I said, looking around the area.
"This is a park. I used to come here all the time when I was younger. This is a slide, that's a swing, there's the roundabout. The other things don't really have names."
I still didn't move towards any of them. I didn't like things I was unfamiliar with. It had taken almost a year for me to become aquainted with the TV. Books and beds I'd never had a problem with.
Daniel slid down the 'slide' and jumped up. He walked towards me and took my hands. I let him pull me towards the 'roundabout'. He sat me down in one of the seats. He sat backwards in the one in front of me and gently pushed us around with his feet. He watched me curiously, waiting for a reaction. I smiled a bit at him.
"Tell me about your parents," he said. "Only if you want to."
"My mum died in childbirth, like everyone does, well, did. I was brought up by my dad. He was so kind and gentle. He let me do my own thing but guided me when I started to stray. He never blamed me for Mum's death, it wasn't my fault, he said. But I feel like it was."
"You said everyone died in childbirth," he commented.
"Yeah, that's why you'd always see more men than women. The only women were ones that weren't old enough to be fertile, or ones that had decided they weren't going to have children."
"So if you... got pregnant, you'd die?"
"Daniel, are you planning something?" I asked jokily, laughing. He smiled but didn't say anything. "But yeah, I would."
He paused for a minute or two. "You have a wonderful laugh," he murmured.
I blushed. "No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"I have a horrible laugh," I moaned.
"You have a lovely laugh. End of." He grinned at me and I grinned back.
"If you say so."
I smiled to myself. I think I made a friend.