We sat in a diner, staring at each other across the slightly damp table.

I sat properly, my back not touching the plastic booth. Awkward. Uncomfortable. He sat with his arms crossed, leaning against his seat like he’d known it all his life. We were virtually alone in the diner, save for a tired-looking waitress.

“Um,” I began. “How- why did you…” I trailed of, unsure of what to say. What could I say? This boy- this shark had randomly sought me out, and I had no idea why.

“Because you’ve been waiting for me,” he replied softly. His voice was lovely. It was calm but fierce, inviting and challenging all at once.

I blinked at him, astonished. “Excuse me?”

He smiled. “Think about it. You are the one who went looking for me, really. I was just there. You wanted to be challenged.”

I had no words, so I just stared at him. He stood suddenly and put two things on the table: $1 for the coffee he had ordered, and a slip of paper with writing on it.

He left, and I still didn’t know his name.