"Hello, Evan."

Formal older man in hat and gloves sits at a rainy coffee shop window with a coffee cup and black briefcase.
Formal older man in hat and gloves sits at a rainy coffee shop window with a coffee cup and black briefcase.

This happened this morning. I'm still processing.

He had a higher voice than I would have thought, and spoke with an accent I couldn't categorize let alone identify.

Evan sits alone at a rainy coffee shop table. A formal older man sits down uninvited and greets him by name.
The Formal Man tells Evan he has seen his site, asks what Evan knows, and calls Evan’s posts “Portents.”
Evan says the posts are stupid jokes. The Formal Man looks stunned, then says “Interesting” as Evan offers to remove his pictures.
The Formal Man urgently tells Evan not to change the site, says to keep going, and asks Evan to take his picture.
Evan hesitates to take the photo. The Formal Man says Evan will post the meeting on his site and insists, “You must!”
The Formal Man explains the meeting qualifies as interesting, Evan takes his photo, and the man leaves Evan alone and shaken.