We sat in my living room like kids, cross legged and sharing a plate of bacon and eggs. I had some drawstrings shorts that fitted her slender frame, and an ACDC shirt I hadn't worn since high school. As we ate, I had to get something off my mind. Something that had been there since we ran into the guy at the subway station.
'Why did that guy call you Sydney?' I asked, forking a piece of bacon between my lips. I saw all the signs of her anxiety at my question. Stiffened shoulders and tense, thin lips, drawn tight. At first I thought she'd tell me something to get me off her back. Maybe that I'd heard wrong, or perhaps she'd make her excuses and leave, feigning an appointment she had to keep. Instead, she bit her lip and I watched her eyes darken with sadness.
'Because its my name.' She sa
