Anonymous rendezvous

I was so hungry. The cafeteria was crowded. I was walking with my sandwich in one hand and pop on the other. Can I find some place to sit? There seems to be none. What? Not even a single chair? I think someone is leaving on the left corner....near the ornamental plant. Yes, that guy is moving. I got catch the place. Walk fast. Hmm... faster will be better. C'mon.. you got to sit. Don't miss this table...please...Yeah.. I reached the table and I am sitting now.

Sometimes, ranch is not too good with black olives. Next time I should try either one. BTW, who is this guy who is looking at me? Maybe not at me. Someone else. Ah! I forgot to tell you. At times I feel Italian Herbs and Cheese is better than Hearty Italian. Is he again looking at me? I turn around. No one else. Only the plant. Yes. He IS looking at me. And he is smiling. Do I know him? I don't think so.

I shouldn't get strong soda always. Maybe diet will be good occasionally. I see him coming towards me. Does he want something? Is he going to take any survey or talk about those business kinda stuff? I am in no mood. I have to eat and go to my class. No time to answer questions. He is in front of me. He says, "Hi. How are you?"
"Doing pretty good. How you doin?"
"Great".
"Good".
Some silence....
He goes, "Hey, Are you graduating this sem?"
"Yes. This is my last sem".
"Are you taking seminar course this sem".
"Yeah..."
"I saw you the other day. Tried to talk to you, but you were busy".
"I see".
"Ok.. catch u later. Bye".
"Bye".

He left. But who is he? He is average height, medium built, fair and has a sharp nose with short black hair. But who the hell is he? He had seen me during the seminar class. He must be in my department. People from other department are not allowed to take seminar course generally. He knows I'm graudating this semester. But I don't know who he is. Gosh! I hate when people talk to me without any introduction taken for granted that I know them. Silly! Anyway I got to eat fast and make it to the class. I have only five minutes. Hmm.... sometimes we meet some anonymously familiar persons!

This was the story written by a fellow student based on an incident in his life, with whom I took a class two years ago. Shit! I often forget to tell my name and reintroduce myself to my old classmates. How can I think they know me and my name even after a couple of years?