Yesterday I ran into an old friend of a friend in Starbucks. I had ordered my standard Trenta iced coffee because I needed to write a dissertation and motivation is only as cheap as a Trenta, and so then I waited by the counter. I scanned the café, noticed a guy staring at me from over his laptop, and so I continued moving my eyes because that’s awkward. Then it hit me, He looks sorta familiar. OMG, I think we’re Facebook friends.

My eyes swiveled back. He had not dropped his gaze. And then he approached me, hand outstretched. “Cazey?”

Me: “Ken? I haven’t seen you since Charleston.” Which was in 2012, but we follow each other on Instagram, so I knew he’s from the area. But I don’t add that. At least I don’t think I do? “What’re you doing here?”

Ken: “I actually got a job here, and…” Insert some generic LinkedIn bio. “What about you? What’re you up to?”