ELEANOR SINCLAIR
The only thing was that his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me.
"Why do you look so familiar?" He asked.
"Because I poured some wine on you once, in a restaurant I was serving in. You made a joke out of it and told the manager that you wanted to see me on your next visit. I could say you saved my job with those words, but never allowed for a next visit."
"What restaurant is that?"
I told him the name, and he laughed as the memory came rushing into his head.
"Oh. I remember you... not exactly your name, but I think I remember the occasion," he answered in a tone that made it clear that he was not as intent in speaking to me as I was to him. "I can't remember your name, but I did think of it after a while."
"What a miracle. You know each other."
"She knows me." D
