There was some sort of instant connection between us, like we navigated a similar plane for an extended period and shared a mutual path of existence. If ever there were a person that blended into the surrounding air, he was the one. He wore a simple canvas coat that ended well above his knees. He wore no hat, but his hair did not seem the slightest bit out of place. It was short brown hair, that seemed to lay naturally on the top of his scalp. It came well short of covering the tips of his ears, but it did not look styled in any specific way.
He looked directly past Lucy and reached his hand out in my direction, firmly approaching me with, “Hello, my name is Alan. It is a pleasure to put a face with a name.”
I jogged back quickly in the annals of my past and couldn’t figure out which degree specifically separated us. We must, at the very least, have a mutual acquaintance somewhere. I continued my lunge toward the doorway, attracting to my limbs as much grace as I could muster and countered with, “I dare say the pleasure is all mine. However, I am unable to say I have heard your name before this moment. Won’t you come inside?”
“Yes, I will. Thank you,” he sputtered, the sound being muffled by his arm as he unbuttoned and pulled off his coat, placing it on a hook by the door that I normally used for a keyring.
To be continued…