A brief insight

He was "John." No last name.
"How do you do?" the words unfolded out of my mouth and into his ears: an analog question, asking for an analog response. He didn't let me down. "Good and you?"

A boring conversation ensued as we walked along a sidewalk in the park where we had just met, but he finally caved in and broke the ice. "Haven't you ever
wondered if there's something else out there?" For the first time since we started speaking, I caught him looking somewhere other than my eyes. Ahead of us was an eerie public restroom with flickering lights flinging shadows forth in our direction. "A few times," I said half smiling, "on those especially dark and lonely nights."

He grinned. I liked his smile. "Have many of those nights," he asked half wondering, half stating, all the while looking at the steady black on the side of the restroom. I thought for a little while, "not as many as you probably do." He looked at me thoughtfully for a bit; they were beautiful gray eyes like stone, yet with a curious softness to them. "I want to show you something," he said, and started walking closer to the restroom. I followed him.

The flickering black started to cover us. I moved a little closer to him. "Ive always been fascinated with the way shade works," he said, "it can cover everything, with out even touching anything." I wanted to hold his hand, for comfort I suppose, but it felt odd, so I held back. "It's the quickest way to conceal something, as fast as light." He chuckled a little bit, then walked into the shade of the restroom and was enveloped in the dark.

I hesitated for a little bit, then walked forward with my hands out, feeling for his body. I felt coldness, stone, the wall of the restroom, but nothing else.