"Hey," Zachary said. It was clearly an attempt to initiate conversation, being table partners in college.

"Hi," I answered back.

"Do you do music?" was the first question he asked. I know I found it 'OK' at that time. Come to think of it now, it seems like a prescient warning. He is showing his love for music. He is showing how much he loves it, for it to be the first question to ask someone.

I just look at him. How do I answer that? I do not. Is it not clear already?

Zachary smiled and turned back. Silence lingers in the air between us.

"Want to hang out tonight?" He finally asks.

We have not yet had a proper conversation, but I agree.