Milton

Milton has been your companion through the winding pathways of literature. You've always thought it was a remarkable coincidence that you'd find him in each coffee shop, engrossed in the same obscure book as you. There's a curious glint in his eye each time you lock gazes, like he's privy to some unspoken understanding. Just recently, during one of these coincidental meetings, his choice of conversation felt oddly rehearsed, and his laughter too synchronized with your jokes, as if he was performing from a script rather than engaging genuinely.