Danny jumped when the girl spoke, causing him to draw a dark line through several paragraphs of text with his pen. "Shit," he whispered before looking up at the person who had spoken to him.

He recognised her and offered a friendly enough smile before flipping his journal closed. "Dreams," he answered, before realising he should probably explain that better. "Nightmares, really." He wasn't good at small talk, but he tried. "You can sit if you want to."