I met my younger self for coffee. We both arrived 10 minutes early. She wore black leggings and a long sleeved purple shirt with stars. I wore baggy jeans and an oversized off the shoulder t-shirt. She orders a vanilla frappe And I order a pink drink with sweet vanilla cold foam. She sits there with a big smile, talking about her day and what she did at school. I sit and listen, nodding along silently. I notice her freshly cut bob, mom made her cut her hair short for school again. My hair rests right below my shoulders. She tells me about this story she wrote and read to the class during carpet time. I smile and tell her about a poem I wrote about mawmaw and read to my friends. Her body is still and regulated Other than her excited hand gestures. I can tell she doesn't have any worries. My leg shakes under the table and I bite the inside of my cheeks. Worrying about upcoming tests. As she's about to ask a question mom comes in and tells her it's time to go. We both rise from our seats and hug. I hope we get to meet again.