The Things We See

“Like I said, you look so familiar. Where do I know you from?” He asked.

She just stared calmly at him. She was waiting for him to continue. “You can’t remember?”

“No. Maybe you look like someone I used to know but I can’t even remember who that is right now!” He chuckled, almost nervously.

“Who or what do I remind you of? Good or bad?” Now she chuckled, still intent on his ponderings. “Hopefully not bad!”

“It’s almost like I knew you a long time ago.” He went on, thinking back, but unsure about it.

“Yeah? And?” She waited as he pondered. Her eyes were fixed on him now. He stared down at the wooden floor.

“I don’t know.”

“Tell me what you know.” She asked him more directly now, still smiling calmly. “Tell me.”

“I can’t. I can’t.” He shook his head, looking frustrated and uneasy.

“Not here?”

“No, not here, not now.” He shifted noisily in his seat, sounding brittle against the wood floor.  “I just don’t know.” All the while she stared calmly at him.  Finally, he looked up at her for a moment. “Please tell me.”

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