" Yeah. That boy over there. He’s my friend.'

My gaze followed his pointing finger toward a little boy wearing a stuffed steering wheel attached around his waist and running around a racetrack laid out on the floor.

'Oh, yeah? What’s his name?'

'I don’t know.' Simon shrugged, unconcerned, and headed back to the playground.

I watched him leap right into the game with a friend whose name didn’t matter. "

― Megan Hart , Stranger