He stopped right in front of me. His eyes moved over me slowly, like he was taking in the view of the dress. Then, he tilted his head just a little bit to the side and squinted. It was as of something had just clicked in his brain.
I raised an eyebrow. "What?"
He didn’t answer right away. Just kept looking at me with that focused, slightly puzzled expression with the corner of his mouth twitching like he was trying not to smile.
"What is it?" I asked again, half laughing. "You’re staring."
He exhaled, almost like he was amused at himself. "I just realized something."
"Okay… what is it you just realize?"
His gaze dropped to the dress again, then lifted back to my face. "When I saw you at that lounge, you were wearing a blue top. Our first date, you had on that blue dress. When we went
