I'm sipping my coffee at my favorite cafe until I feel like I need to go to the bathroom. I knew where it was. I have been living here in a forgettable city in a forgettable state called Iowa for a while. A small city if you can even call it that. I make my way to the male restroom and quickly get my business done.
As I walk out I pass a man. Nothing seemed different about the man, he had brown hair, brown eyes, middle toned skin, he was wearing business casual clothes I guess, but nothing too weird. What really caught my attention was what was in his drink. A finger.
I stopped in front of the stager, "Um... excuse me?"
The man looked up from his phone that was distracting him from everything. "Oh, uh, yes?"
"I don't know how to say this, but..." I looked down and quickly said, "there is a finger with a ring in your tea cup..."
I looked back up and the man had removed the finger from his tea.
"How did the finger get there?" I ask.
"I don't really know," he says, moving his phone on the table, his right hand knowing where the same ring that was in the teacup and the figner itself looking a little wet.
"I think now," I say with a smirk.
"You do?" The man raises an eyebrow and leans forward.
A grin spreads across my face and I lean into his ear and whisper, "It came from you."
The man backed up to the coned wall seat; his pupils smallenes and staring at me.
"No, no it's not," he sputters.
"With a reaction like that it has to be true," I say and sit down with him.
"You're not afraid of me?" he says sitting normally.
"Why would I? We are family?"
"Family?" He asks.
I roll my eyes and remove one of my fingers. He is in awe as I put my digit back.
"I thought I was the only one..." he said.
"Don't be silly, us Divideds have to stick together." I wink. "In more ways than one," I joke, laughing at my stupid joke.
"I am an orphan," the man said. "Everyone who knows what I truly am ran away."
"I won't run away," I say grabbing his hand
"Okay."
"Oh, by the way do you want to meet my family?" I say jumping up from the booth.
"Sure," he says with a chuckle. "Can I atleast get your name?"
"Alba means sunrise or dawn. I preserve it as a new life."
"Kaiju, but you can call me Kai."
"Kaiju, like a japanese monster?" I ask with a frown as Kai gets his things and returns the tea cup.
"I guess that's what my parents thought I was..." Kai says walking back to my table.
"Well, I like Kai, it means recovery and restoration" I grab my coffee and phone then turn to him, "and that;s exactly what you need." I bop him on the nose.
He reacts and we slowly walk to the entrance, "How do you know a lot about the meanings of names?"
I shrug, opening the door setting of the little bell at the top, "Parents fawn over naming their child so much that it must have some insight on what they think their children are..."