Old things

[Seven]

Seven encountered many manners of responses to the sharing of his name. The most common reaction was confusion followed by a query about numbers. He completely understood the instinct. Who or why would someone name their child after a number? It was enigmatic. Although the reason was far from the pull toward the eccentric.  Therefore, the introduction that was returned was more interesting than what was typical. They shook hands, and Seven brushed aside the admission of an engineered name. Sometimes people thought that Seven was untrustworthy, obviously offering a false name like soldiers hiding behind a shield. That the same was mirrored in his fika companion did not bother him. If anything, it was flattering.

“A pleasure, Z,” he nodded, sipping the steaming cup of coffee as he did. “I am here for work, and today settling into my new neighborhood. I found a gallery nearby with some art I fancied. Have you been there? The pieces were quite extraordinary. What about you?”