When I got back to Australia I bumped into the man I met on tinder earlier who had been dumped by his ex-wife at a coffee shop near his home.
I had just finished breakfast with a friend and was on my way home when we crossed paths. His face looked familiar, but I couldn't immediately place him.
A few seconds after passing each other, I heard someone call my name from behind me. That voice paired with that face. The memories came rushing back.
"Dan!"
I turned around and walked toward him. We hugged, marveling at how small the world could be.
Dan had lost quite a bit of hair. His receding hairline was very noticeable.
He was also pushing a stroller. Inside, a white baby was not mixed-race.
"It's his son, who was almost three months old." The smile on his face said it all.
He is happy
