Absent mindedly sitting, writing for no apparent reason, my phone begins to vibrate. I flip it open, expecting a text from a friend, and press the OK button, but when I look, I see it's a call from a number I don't recognize. I put it to my ear, hurriedly, and say,
"Hello?"
"Hey, is this Travis?"
"Yes it is."
"Hey dude, this is Jared."
The voice is a little high-pitched, but clearly male. It sounds happy, like someone whose used to laughter and jokes.
"Hi. Have we met?"
"Ha ha, no man. Sorry to call you up out of the blue, but Trevor gave me your number. He said we'd get a long."
"Oh, Trevor Brennigen? Okay."
His laugh confirmed my suspicions. It was a chuckle he used often. In my mind, I pictured him being one of those skinny jean and skate shoes, flippy blonde haired guys you see in high schools every where. But the voice was friendly, warm, sounded like someone you can trust.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to grab some lunch at Bajio, so we could talk. Like you and Trevor did."
I try to be friendly, but come off as a little awkward since he's kind of putting me on the spot.
"Uh, I'd like to, sure, but what about?"
"Oh you know, life, love, happiness, Japan. I dunno, Trevor just told me you were a cool dude and handed me your number.
I trust Trevor. He's an awesome guy, so I go for it.
"Yeah man, sounds great. When you thinking?"
"Today at eleven thirty."
I think about it for a second, trying to remember if I've got anything going on.
"Sure man. See ya there."
"Alright, peace dude."
"Bye."
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I pull up to Bajio, get out of my car and walk up to the windows. They're tinted pretty well, and it's pretty dead. I walk to the door, open it, and walk inside, immediately met by a new face.
"You Travis?"
"Yeah. How's it going Jared?"
He smiles. It's a natural smile, one I find myself liking it immediately. He dresses fashionably, but not preppy. Converse Rawsons, distressed jeans, a colorful band t-shirt, and blond high lighted hair. He looks like I expect.