The familiar feel of a fresh cup of coffee felt good in his hand and was almost a quarter of the way to relaxing his dire need for caffeine. Okay, maybe he was a bit of an addict⊠He smiled as best he could to front the awkward tension he could feel building in is chest.Â
âYeah, I erm- Iâve never been here before.â Iâm sure iâd remember an encounter like this if I hadâŠÂ âBut thank you for the advice, iâll make sure to take it easy on this one.â Mika placed the plastic rim to his lip, wisps of steam drifting delicately from the hole. He didnât sip however, simply found comfort in the heat and deep rich smell.Â
That comfort was short lived when he thought then and there that heâd drop his drink⊠He blinked, confused as to how something like this was possible, surely the odds of him meeting a person who looked exactly like him and had the same name was astonishingly slim⊠And yetâŠ
âMikaelaâŠ?â Heâd heard that rightâŠÂ âMikaela.â He responded still lost in the statistics of it all. âI mean, my name. My name is also⊠Mikaela.â
âHow is thisâŠâ He mumbled, placing the cup back to lip only to the drink from habit and burn is tongue. Mika hissed ad winced in pain but swallowed the small sip regardless. Awkwardly, he laughed off his pain. âSorry, I should really let you get back to workâŠâ And I really should be getting to mine... and yet he was too intrigued. To just leave like thisâŠ
âYeah, Mikaela.â The stranger seemed to hitch on it a few seconds; Mika wondered if he thought it was a girlâs name. It wouldnât be the first or the last time one of his customers had a good laugh about that one. This guy didnât strike him as the sort, at least to the extent that he could say from knowing the guy for all of four minutes and counting.Â
âThatâs...â Impossible. Ridiculous. So astronomically unlikely that this had to be some kind of fever dream. âThatâs quite the strange coincidence.â Mikaela finally said instead. âIâve seen the odd Mikaela around but never...âÂ
They were both just dancing around it at this point; he might as well just say it.Â
âNever really anyone who looked like me.âÂ
Mikaela would like to know that himself. It seemed a little too impossible for his tastes. It would be one thing if there was the odd resemblance but this was like staring down a reflection with a caffeine addiction.Â
âItâs fine.â Mikaela glanced around as if to make the point that there wasnât anyone else in the store. âMorning rush is passed, and there probably wonât be any more until the high school hits their lunch break in a couple hours. But donât let me keep you if you have somewhere to be.â
This was just too weird. No one would believe him if he even tried to tell them. Mikaela knew next to nothing about his birth parents, had never even bothered to learn. It was the first time that it crossed his mind that maybe somehow he had a sibling. But a sibling that identical? Doubt and the desire for an easy explanation went to war in his mind.Â
âI admit, Iâm kind of curious what else we might have in common. If you want to come back after my shift later today, we could talk. Iâll even make you another one of those americanos. If not, donât worry about it, though,â he quickly amended. That was probably the weirdest thing this other Mikaela had ever been asked.Â
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