one missed call

ninety - eight

hours of waiting and dozing off into a nap, he's tapped on the shoulder and he springs awake.

"wha—who—"

"hey buddy, you've been asleep for a while." a stranger stares down at him with a friendly smile.

"they told me to wait her, can't see her yet." he says as he rubs his sore neck.

"you're visiting north, right?"

"yeah, and you are?"

the stranger's smile doesn't waver, "just visiting too."

"that's not what i meant. you know—you actually look familiar, have we met before—"

"it was good seeing you, el, hope your neck feels better from that awful nap position."

he blinks, "how did you know that name?"

the stranger doesn't answer, he just waves as the elevator doors close.