Written March 25, 2015.
"…Ma'am? Can I help you?"
I was snapped out of my stupor, shaking my head and responding. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all, go right ahead." I sat across from him with my arm on the back of the chair and my back against the window. He seemed to be looking at me with confused yet interested eyes, the same look I'm sure I gave him when I first saw him. A barista set my drink on the table and after nodding to her, I turned to him.
"So, what's your name?" I took a sip of my drink.
"Julian… is that a chocolate milk?"
"Yeah! How'd you guess?"
"It's written on the side. Good drink choice, by the way. What's your name?" As he sipped his own drink I realized it wasn't coffee, it was chocolate milk like mine.
"Jolyn. Pretty close to Julian I guess, actually," I said with a chuckle.
"Wow, that's a cool name. I've never heard it before."
"I'm not really surprised. My parents made it up."
"Hah, nice. My parents wanted to name me Julius- like, after the caesar- but they also didn't want me to get stabbed. So they went with Julian."
"Good choice. I've heard getting stabbed is not a fun experience."
"I would not imagine so." He smiled and went back to reading his comics. Something about Julian made me want to stay there, just spend time with him. I didn't know what it was. He reminded me kinda of… me? The way he spoke, his mannerisms, his humor… hell, he even kinda looked like me. His fluffy brown hair stuck up on the top, his nose was a little on the big side and, if you looked closely, even crooked. I watched his blue-grey eyes dully skim the page he was holding and just wondered: what the hell?