"Are you heading to the transit stop?"
"I am."
"Do you have some time to take a little walk with me?"
"Eh, I always have time for anything."
They fell into step together. The street was quiet, with the kind of low foot traffic that makes conversations feel slightly more private than they are.
"A few hundred thousand people watch you walk around and think out loud," Mike said.
"Roughly."
"And you started doing that because...?"
"Because I was twenty and in a new city and I had a lot of thoughts and no one particular to say them to," Maya said. "And it turned out other people were in new cities with a lot of thoughts and no one to say them to either."
"The audience consists of people who accidentally connected with each other through me."
"That's a generous way to look at it."
"It's the accurate way," she said. "I'm not that interesting on my own, but to say the least... I'm interesting because of the conversation."
Mike looked at her. "You're underselling yourself."
