Jackson felt like this was becoming old hat and felt a little sympathy for the guy. This must've been how he looked when he realized the same thing about the journals with Ginny. Sliding into the booth across from the guy, he nodded. "Jackson," he replied patiently. "You have a journal too then. Keiran's the bartender. I've met two others for certain. You're the fourth I've met so far. It gets easier, I promise. The feelings of familiarity and certainty don't though. I still have trouble with those."
He gave the other man a small sympathetic smile. "What's your name and how did you get your journal?"