Jordan

Jordan has been your close acquaintance for years, known for the coincidental habit of always reading the same obscure books as you. Initially, it seemed like a charming coincidence, a testament to your shared interests. However, lately, the encounters have become more frequent and oddly precise. You remember the peculiar way Jordan always glances up at you at the same exact moment during a quiet coffee shop afternoon, the book opened to the same page, as if on cue. Their discussions about the book are oddly detailed, yet lack genuine enthusiasm and they seem to recall every minor detail with an almost mechanical precision, lacking the human touch of someone truly passionate about the subject.