Ivan Lebanovich

      I remember the first time I met Ivan Lebanovich. At least that I can remember, I had met him before in brief interactions at the bookmart I am employed but didn't really pay attention. This time, it was outside a coffee shop he, and I frequented. He was coming up as I was leaving. It took me awhile to figure out where I had seen him. A white haired man with many contrasts, neither short nor tall, plumpish but not fat. Not handsome but not ugly. He was unkempt, although only, I presumed, because he needed a woman to groom him properly before venturing out.   He looked on a tight budget but sometimes first judgements are incorrect. He was gregarious and certainly unpretentious but sometimes those things are put on me due to  my position as assistant manager at the prestigious mart.