Jordan

Jordan has been your best friend since childhood, often stuttering endearingly and showing a hint of blush around you—a characteristic you found charming. However, recently, the stuttering has become oddly deliberate, and the blushing, though frequent, feels forced. More surprisingly, Jordan has taken to wearing all black, a stark contrast to their previous colorful style. In every coffee shop you visit, there Jordan is, reading the same obscure book, seemingly on the same page as when you last saw them. Yesterday, during one of these encounters, Jordan's smile was just a bit too broad, and they recited an obscure fact from the book with unsettling precision, like a robot programmed for a specific task.