I'm the only one in the store, and the guy who took my order walks over. Behind the counter, of course. Liam, his name tag says. He’s got this great ginger hair - it's bright orange. His face is covered in freckles, too. In the right light, he could be kinda cute.

“Hey, sorry, do I know you? Oscar, right?” he asks. He seems nervous, or confused. Or possibly both. 

“Yeah, Oscar. Uh, I don't know, maybe?” I reply. “I'm a sophomore at Hamilton.”

“Oh, nice! That's where I know you from, then!” He's excited, and I don't completely know why. “I'm a junior at Ham.”

The girl next to him looks up. “Here's your coffee.” 

I thank her, she nods, and then walks over to the register to help a man who just walked in.

“Um, cool. Well, see you around?”

He nods and smiles, and I go sit down to wait out the rain. Sitting at the small table, my ankles crossed and tucked beneath the chair, it strikes me that as odd as that conversation was, something in me wants to talk to this kid more. He seemed nice, and maybe I need at little more nice in my life, okay? Sue me.