Two weeks.

Four poems.

Poetry night happened on wednesdays and sundays, which gave Connor time to write another in between shifts.

He was under no illusion that he'd be able to keep up the charade, he knew he didn't have enough material, and the stress to be amazing was starting to get to him, but for now, he was enjoying doing something he'd been previously shunned for.

And having something to talk to Evan about was definitely a plus.

The poetry nighters had started calling Unknown.

Someone had tried writing one, but everyone had pretty quickly figured out it was a fake.

Two weeks to the day when someone started replying.

Connor was wiping down tables after closing

With his friend Alana when he found a folded-up piece of paper.

The word

"Unnamed"

Was typed neatly across the page.

Connor unfolded it hesitantly,

Surely it had been meant to be found, right?

The title read

"Waving through a window"

And Connor smiled as he read it,

Everything he'd been feeling since highschool put into words that made his eyes sting with tears that he quickly wiped away.

"Alana!"

A short girl wearing glasses appeared in the doorway.

Alana did technically work at the cafe, but her schedule as a college student left little time for much else, including socializing, which was why Connor was basically her only friend.

"What?"

She walked over, taking the paper that he'd held out for her.

She frowned as she read it, a tear rolling down her cheek as she finished.

"Did you write this?"

She inquired, wiping her face carefully so as not to smudge her makeup.

Connor shook his head.

He took the paper from her and flipped it, showing her the name on the back.

She furrowed her brows, pushing glasses back up on her nose.

"Will you read it?"

He asked.

He was asking a lot of her, he knew.

Not that she had trouble with public speaking, but to ask for her to attend something on a school night was a lot.

She nodded without skipping a beat.

"Of course."

She replied, pulling her phone out of her pocket and tapping rapidly, no doubt moving things around on her calendar.