Orange

"Do you have an appointment?" I asked still looking at the computer screen.

"Yes.", the apparently still agitated voice replied.

"Your name, sir?" I continued.

For a second there was silence, then he chuckled. "The name's Miguel Castillo."

I was more self-conscious in this moment than in the twenty-one years I had been living. I was overreacting. It might not even be him. It might be some sort of strange coincidence, some cruel joke played on me by Hayden, but whoever it was had that same strong, Spanish accent laced through his words as he announced his name. And as I looked up at him, the sight that I dreaded seeing, the man that I feared meeting, stood before me just as tall as ever, clad in suit and tie, that same ebony hair, clean shaven face, and a glint in his determined, dark brown eyes.