And she bought him a drink. Another drink, his drink, and he feels the tables so thoroughly turned on the approach-in-a-bar dynamic that he barely knows what to say. He doesn't remember her, not yet, and he has the stupid thought that he would remember a face like hers.
She's devastatingly confident for someone so young.
(The way she greets him means this is safe, right? She's not a student. Not a former student. She says hello like she's reacquainting herself with someone met in brief. Oh, Lord, let her not be a former student.)
He touches his old glass, then the new one, mind scrambling between the glass half-full and the full-full while he formulates a response. ]
I'm sorry, you'll have to refresh my memory, miss--?
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That was one hell of an entrance.
And she bought him a drink. Another drink, his drink, and he feels the tables so thoroughly turned on the approach-in-a-bar dynamic that he barely knows what to say. He doesn't remember her, not yet, and he has the stupid thought that he would remember a face like hers.
She's devastatingly confident for someone so young.
(The way she greets him means this is safe, right? She's not a student. Not a former student. She says hello like she's reacquainting herself with someone met in brief. Oh, Lord, let her not be a former student.)
He touches his old glass, then the new one, mind scrambling between the glass half-full and the full-full while he formulates a response. ]
I'm sorry, you'll have to refresh my memory, miss--?
[ Wince. Internal cringe. That was terrible. ]