Meredith slaps him across the face.
“Who do you think you are?” she screams in his face.
The man takes a step back, with a solemn look on his face and whimpers “Sorry, you’re right. I forgot.”
“Forgot what?” Meredith said, suddenly feeling a pang of sympathy for him.
He keeps his distance, somewhat pained, but still wearing a gentle smile. She gasps and trembles, for she feels as though she sh...