Clone Wars

As Adam and I were taking our sweet time to get ready for work this morning, as typical Fridays go, we didn't have time to stop for our usual coffee before I dropped him at his business complex. However, since no one was ever in my office suite on Fridays, I delivered Adam to his destination and meandered over to the Starbucks near my office. It was relatively slow, as it was just past ten, and I ordered my tall non-fat chai and a slice of iced carrot cake (Yes I realize they contradict one another) and ran through my agenda for the day as I paid for my late breakfast. A male voice interrupted my train of thought, and as I looked up from securely nestling my wallet back into my purse, I am fairly sure my reaction was something of the startling variety. A freakishly identical replica of my fiance grinned back at me and asked if I needed to be rung up. Shaking my head in disbelief and appropriately negating his question, I came back to reality in time to continue his joking line of questioning about paying twice and the current economic state. I'm sure he thought I was interested in more than just coffee and declining gas prices as I assessed his resemblance. Same meager frame, average height and facial structure. Same red hair fashioned into the exact style, light beard and even the same dark, rectangular glasses. He was even sporting an identical shirt to Adam's favorite black button down with shoulder flaps that he had picked up in the U.K. this past spring. As we continued our conversation, I realized that the only noticeable difference was the blue eyes that darted animatedly about the room and his equally expressive voice that contrasted harshly with Adam's deeper, somewhat monotone one. I concluded that he was either gay or from California yet still felt a twinge guilty for being oddly attracted to him...but that's normal, right?