Different Names for Different People

“I need to speak to Andrew Minyard. Is he here?”

Andrew could almost hear the gears in Nicky’s brain whirring and coming to a rest at completely the wrong conclusion. “Ah, I’m afraid you don’t want to pick that fight, cutie like you are. Trust me, he has knives on him, I wouldn’t-“

Nicky didn’t get to finish his sentence, because the man shoved past him and into the room. Andrew was on his feet in an instant with one of those very knives out, mentally running through every fight he’s had recently, every threat he’s noted around campus, assessing the man in front of him for weapons and threats- and stops short.

Abram had changed, in the last four years. He’d filled out- not much, but he no longer looked like a child. Blue eyes, he noted- unfamiliar, like the rest of this new image, but still part of a face Andrew had never been able to forget.