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Doctor's Office. Waiting for a blood draw, in a chair against a wall with several others. Across the hall, in a small office, I saw a familiar face. Nikkie caught me looking and said, "Hey, Mr. ______" like we saw each other yesterday. In fact, it was at least 2023, my last visit to this office. She motioned for me to come visit, so I did, happily. A chair in front of her desk, adorned with knick-knacks in a rose gold motif. I remembered her Dad had been sick and asked about him. Gone last year, but thanks for remembering. She pointed to him on her wall of taped-up family photos. I remembered they lived in Philly until she was a teenager and we talked a little about him and Philly. He worked for the City for 45 years.

Nikkie's phone rang and she held up a "just a minute" finger. I noticed a succulent in a cute cube on her desk and photographed it.

When I showed her, Nikkie smiled and asked if I could text her a copy. I did. And a moment later, my name was called.

Five minutes that made us both feel a human connection.