Jamie

You've been crossing paths with Jamie, your doppelgänger in taste for obscure literature, for weeks now. Jamie seems to know just which pages you've dog-eared and the discussions you've had with friends about the book's themes. But lately, there's been something eerie about Jamie's knowledge. During your last encounter at the coffee shop, Jamie mentioned a passage you're sure doesn't exist in the book, speaking about it with such conviction that it gave you goosebumps. Then there are those pauses, as if Jamie is waiting for an external cue to carry on the conversation. As you sip on your latté and exchange book quotes, the sense that Jamie is reciting lines, rather than sharing genuine passion for the novel, grows stronger.