“David, it’s been so long,” the girl with the blue-blue eyes said, holding out her hands. Brian found that he couldn’t move, that his limbs were locked in place. She took his hands in hers as if she didn’t notice or care about the affront and continued gushing. Brian had to listen closely to catch up with her words.

”..recognize you. You’re shorter here and your hair is so much lighter.” She ruffled his hair and smiled at him.

He blinked twice and said, “Do I know you?” His voice came out in a croak, and she laughed and said, “I see your voice is still the same funny David voice. Good, I’d have missed that if you didn’t have it.”

She waltzed into his apartment without answering his question, and Brian felt himself getting impatient with this woman, no matter how beautiful she was or how blue her eyes. Who was this stranger, and who did she think she was, barging into his house like this?

“You didn’t used to like jazz,” she murmured thoughtfully as she flipped through his records.