It was a party, one of those rooftop deals where everyone from the building goes, nobody really knows each other or even likes each other, but there’s booze and food so people stay anyway.
“I’m Levon.” He handed me a blue cup, full, to replace my empty red one.
“That’s an unusual name.”
“These days, anyway.”
“I’m Charlotte. My mother liked the book about the pig.”
He laughed. “I remember that. I read it to my kids when they were little. It had just come out.”
Oh. “That would make you, what… 80? You look good.”
He smiled toothily. “Thanks”