He sits and tries to remember. Twenty years ago their names were carved onto one of the perimeter walls of the school. They were special, the first ever class in that school. Now, sitting there, in a cafe across the street where the school is, he could barely make out the names. Cracks spread like roots, the tendrils merging with the letters. He wonders where they are now, the owners of these names.
The store he frequents since coming back in his hometown, a pair of female twins about his age minding it. They look so familiar. He has suspicions, that these were the twins he knew all those years ago. Their names are still there on the wall with his. But he had been gone for so long, these people are basically strangers now. One day, he no longer sees them in the store. The new shopkeeper is mean-looking and appears to be incapable of smiling.
It would be so awkward. What would they talk about anyway. Hey, do you remember this or that? But they were only six years old then, twenty or so years ago. Why this desire to re-establish a connection that was barely even there before?