"Well, I don’t know you," Jay laughed a little, "That’s why I came over, part of the reason anyway."

"Take one of your jackets?" Charlie asked, brow furrowed. "I couldn't do that to you. It's cold, and you were smart enough to remember to uh -- to bring a uh, a coat. My mistake. I don't -- I don't even know why I came out in the first place."

Jay had left his small apartment to get away from his thoughts. Lately had been one of his bad times, but, thankfully, he knew he was on an upswing, if only for a little bit. Exercise always seemed to clear his head, and being out in nature only bettered him. He needed a little bit less fog around his mind, so this was what he needed.

Yes but thirty is hardly old, or at least it had better not be. It has been longer than I would like to admit since I saw thirty, and I’m hardly ready for a retirement home

Adulthood is over rated. It is all worry, noise, and dealing with people who you would be amazed have enough working brain cells to breath. While maturity is almost always an excuse for people not to have fun.

But people seem to trust you more once you've matured. Or, at least when they decide that you're finally mature for you. Being young is overrated. I've never been good at being young. I was born a thirty year old. That's what everyone tells me, at least.

It’s nice to talk to someone over the age of 18. At least I hope you are over 18 otherwise this is going to get awkward.

Well that does explain a lot. The coffee shop there is like a second home to me. I hate to say I’m often neck high in grading papers so I don’t pay much attention to the other patrons.

I hate to say this, because I like to leave people guessing my age, but unless you were one of my students I might be a bit old for us to have run into one another socially.

I’m pretty sure you haven’t, because a face like mine is one you never forget.

"My sincerest apologies if I’ve made you uncomfortable," Xavier replies, mock-solemn. He must not have come off too terrifying though, as Charlie is apparently still willing to speak to him. He shoots another glance at the young man as he passes and has to smile again. Another lost and lonely soul it would appear, Westport seems to be all but overflowing with them these days.

"What?" Charlie asked, eyes going wide. He turned red again, his chest tightening with the realization that the man in front of him may be more intimidating than he made himself out to be. "You uh, you talk to criminals often, then?"

Charlie laughed to himself, nearly hugging his box of cereal to his chest. "That's really not comforting," he said, voice almost hysterical. He took a few steps in the same direction as Xavier, headed in the direction of the registers.

"What?" Charlie asked, eyes going wide. He turned red again, his chest tightening with the realization that the man in front of him may be more intimidating than he made himself out to be. "You uh, you talk to criminals often, then?"