She had forgotten what she'd left her apartment for by the time she reached the lobby, so she stood by the elevator while she tried to remember. She was still there when he walked into the lobby through through the glass doors in the front. He stood just inside the doorway and scanned the room for a moment or two before he decided to walk to the reception desk and lean on one arm against the polished oak surface. A breeze had snuck through the door after him, squeezing through as it shut. She shivered when it reached her.

The man was attractive, and she found herself staring. His face seemed to be carved out of hard lines, with gentle curves masterfully placed exactly where they should be. It was framed a mane of golden brown hair, not quite combed, not quite messy. His eyes, though, were the main point of attention. She couldn't say what color they were, the pigment seemed to shift as she watched, sliding from green to blue to hazel. They were looking straight at her, through her. She shivered again. 

Not the type of person to talk to strangers in a lobby, she was quite surprised when her legs carried her to where he was standing, with what had to have been a stupid grin plastered on her face, so she could strike up a conversation.

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"Hello. my name is--" is all she got out before he interrupted her, corrected her.

"Your name is Juno."

His voice was gentle and warm, but the way he pronounced each syllable gave her the feeling that he was not wrong.

Who is this guy?  she asked herself.

"I am called Wanderer," he said in response to her thoughts.

"How did you know what what I was thinking?"

He simply looked at her with his arms spread, as if her question was childish and unnecessary. She studied his face, looking for signs of insanity, but his eye wasn't twitching, there was no froth at his lips. He appeared to be perfectly sane.

"My name isn't Juno, and I doubt your name is Wanderer." He laughed. It was a beautiful sound that brought her mind to summers with her grandfather, sitting by the creek sipping chocolate milk.

"If you have a name other than Juno then I would be pleased to hear it, so we can meet properly." He held his hand out to her.

"My name is... She was straining to remember her name, but despite the countless checks she had signed or every time she had introduced herself with a name that certainly wasn't Juno, her mind kept telling her it was. "Um... I can't remember."

He shook her hand, his grip was hard, like steel, but also inexplicably soft, like a good pillow, and he introduced himself once more.

"Hello. I am Wanderer. It's nice to meet you."

"I'm... I'm Juno," she sighed. "It's nice to meet you too."