Winters Meeting

Fresh Snow

            While you read this please listen
                  to for now I am winter by
                         Ólafur Arnalds

   Fresh fallen snow flew off the train window as we ascend onto the tracks. The sky is at twilight, littered with dark clouds. I look out the window to see everything in the fast movement of December. Trees abandoned by their leaves and the ground painted in soft white. Hardly anyone is out tonight, being so cold and all; I'm not surprised. The soft ding of the train doors bring my attention to stand up. I lift my bag and head out the doors to be met by a piercing hello from the December cold. Not welcoming the cold back, I scrunch my face into my scarf hoping to gain warmth. I head towards my apartment alone with no one in sight. The streets lay asleep with a song of silence as their lullaby. With no sleep in my mind and knowing I won't get any rest tonight, I duck into a nearby coffee shop open 24 hours. I'm met by a warm hug of air and a smiling employee. I order a small hot chocolate and sit in my favored seat. I come here quite often and always next to this window. I like to watch the movement of people but for now I only watch the soft dance of snow fall. I hear nothing but a distant song of a violinist through the speakers swimming through my ears as I gaze out the window. Movement across the cafe caught my attention. I see a skinny man dressed in black jeans with a heavy black wool coat. His head is down on the table as if he's asleep. Quickly distracted I look back out the window not really minding other's company. Minutes later I am welcomed by a tall figure in front of me. When I slowly bring my head to view I see the man from moments before. He wears a  red beanie, a long black scarf and no emotion. Sticking out of his hat is very blond hair that could be one shade away from matching the late night snow. All we did was exchange a trance before he said "hey". Before I could even give him an answer he proceeded to pull out the chair in front of me and sit. "I saw you when you walked in earlier and was wondering why someone like you would be here so late..", I didn't know how to answer right away, for  me, this never happens and to add I didn't know what he meant by 'some one like me'. "Well I guess I should ask you the same thing then". There was no answer for a moment. He looked at me as if I was a book he had to study and cram for his next big exam. He looked over every inch of me it seemed. Not to miss anything. "What's your name?" Was all he said to that. Taken back a little I smiled. "(Y/N), my name is (Y/N)." The rest of the time we spent together was two more hot chocolates and a simple conversation about weather and the day. He seemed to have no interest in anything but asking me questions about myself. If it wasn't already late, the night got even darker than before. I told him it was about time for me to head home and that he should do the same, wishing secretly I could stay longer. He then walked with me out of the cafe where i'm hit once again with the awful cold. Before turning away I simply smiled at him with warm eyes. As he returned the smile he grabs my sleeve in the process of shaking my hand to say goodbye. Turning away I was reminded by a simple question. "Wait I forgot what's your name?" As I a whip around, I see he never turned to walk away. Just standing there as if he knew I'd turn around. He slowly shrugs "I don't know", and with that he walks away as if we never talked. Dumb founded, I stood there for a moment. Did that really happen? I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I look down at my hands to notice a small paper stuck in the side of my sleeve. When I read it, a big smile  plastered onto my face. 'My name is Min yoongi, call me if you'd like'. My smile didn't dare leave my face the whole way home. I played everything I knew about him through my mind, which wasn't much, but the one thing I didn't know was that that name would be etched into my head forever.