The Fading

Jara..I'm Jara, she said with embarassment,and I guess you're right about beliefs. She turned away from Triage and looked outside as always. Jara loved to admire the silhouettes that dusk brings out. "Real beauty always presents itself as very subtle and it never overwhelms you" she thought to herself as she remembered this quote from her mother. To her amazement, she saw a figure outside, across the street where the wind twisted outside earlier. He resembles Triage, his walk, his stature. Not wanting to turn and miss anything, she called out..Triage do you believe this? About the evening, what do you think...? Nothing came but silence. There was no reply. She heard nothing but the barista and the others as before. She quickly turned around to find the table empty where Triage sat. Again, she looked around to see if anyone was watching her, or them, or if anyone saw anything. No one paid any attention to what had just happened. She did notice the barista coming to retrieve the glass still filled with the expresso but no steam or mist coming from it. As he picked up the glass he noticed a paper beside it, and it was folded neatly, in an origamy of a swan. It was a note with Jara's name on it. He seemed to have heard that name before.
"Jara - Carpe dium".. He read. Thats me, she added. Carpe dium..he repeated. Seize the day..Jara responded curiously. Its beautiful. I haven't see one of those in years the barista said. Amazing!..It is those exact words my grandfather told me about" he thought. Jara broke his train of thought ."I'm Jara" Really? He asked. Really..she replied. Alright, don't worry about the check, I got it..the barista said, as he handed the origamy to Jara. She briefly looked at him and thanked him while keeping her eyes on the swan. It is so beautiful she whispered as she held the origamy swan. Looking at it she almost immediately recognized the texture of the paper from her calligraphy class. This one would have been much more expensive than the papers I use she noticed.
It was one of the finest quality papers the bookstore carried. She was noe reminded how she had turned down purchasing some because it was out of her price range and too good,she thought, for a class to only practice writing on. As the time skirmished away at the coffee shop, it was now dark and Jara left for home. She was still puzzled about the swan and Triage. But she had other things on her mind. She had not spoken to her parents for sometime.