The first time we met we didn't even exchange names. We were in the same class at college, exiting the room when I (Vilma) recognized Overwerk's album cover on a phone screen. (Overwerk is our favorite obscure artist.) Thinking this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, I had to talk to the guy. I quickly grab my stuff and catch up with him and say "Hey, you listen to Overwerk?" "Yes," he replies. "That's cool! I am such a big fan. I have not met any Overwerk fans before." "Ok," he responds. Taking the clear hint that this guy was in no mood to talk, I end the conversation with "Okay, bye." Later on in the day, I play the conversation over and over in my head, angry that I talked to him when he very clearly wasn't interested in talking. He probably thought I was weird because I saw his phone screen and thought I was snooping. I had embarrassed myself. But I just wanted to talk more. There were so many questions I hadn't had the opportunity to ask. What was his favorite song? Had he gone to the recent Overwerk concert in Minneapolis? If he had, how was it? Would he share any videos with me? What was his name? §§§ I am absent mindedly pursuing some clothing racks at a store my friend wanted to go to, when she waves over a guy she recognized. It's Overwerk guy! I stay quiet, unsure of how this conversation will go. He probably doesn't remember or recognize me. It has been 2 years, and I am still dressed in my soccer outfit without my glasses. He turns towards me, smiles and points his finger at me and says "Overwerk?" "Yeah," I reply, happily surprised. "I'm Rob"