THE BEGINNING OF THE END

So, there's this saying- 'speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear.' I'm sure it's been heard many a time, but never, before yesterday, had I truly experienced this phenomenon.

My co-worker, whom I hearby dub Audrey (after her favorite celeb Audrey Hepburn), was discussing our inevitable return to the hallowed halls of The University. I commented on the fact that I knew the names and faces of many classmates who probably had no idea I existed, due to my aversion to speaking up in class. As an example, I held up Pixie (so named for her adorable haircut), who has been in at least six of my classes, beginning in my second year. Pixie was quite outspoken, which was nice as she tended to vocalize the questions that many of us had, and which also meant that pretty much everyone knew her name. I was fairly certain that she had no idea who I was.

Minutes later, who should walk into the store but Pixie herself! I greeted her and she squinted at me somewhat suspiciously.

"You look incredibly familiar," she said
"Yeah, I'm in most of your english classes, Pixie." I replied.
"Oh! Cool, what's your name?"
"Jinx,"
"Ah, that's neat! Well, I work as a waitress so you could have been anyone."
"Yeah, I know the feeling,"

We continued to chat inanely for another minute and then she left, saying she would see me in school. Right as she left, Audrey leaned over and whispered "Well, now she knows your name!"