The twirling glass hardly registered - likely because Abel did the same with his glasses of whatever beverage, more out of habit to do something with his hands than anything innately fancy - and he leaned his elbows on the counter as he listened. "Huh," he said when Kurt finished, "that's pretty cool. My mother named two of mine - Isaac and Caleb - but I picked Sonia and Elizabeth because they just seemed to fit them."

As the night wore on, more drinks were had, conversations continued, and numbers were swapped. Eventually they both gave up waiting for the downpour to end, and instead bade each other farewell before hurrying through the storm toward their respective destinations.