He smiles at that. "I suppose I am rather peculiar," he says.
"Let me get this right," she says, putting all the pieces of the puzzle together. "You don't know me." He nods. "You saw me... somewhere."
"A concert, I believe."
"I haven't been to one of those since college," she says carefully. She had gone to a few when she first started earning money while working with Jackson. She wasn't used to having disposable income and had splurged on expensive concertos, classical music played by bands up on a stage where she could close her eyes and pretend everything is right with the world and lose herself for hours. She misses those. She doesn't remember why she's stopped.
"No, you have not," he agrees.
She opens her mouth. Closes it. She'll put that aside and panic about how long he's been
