Anne stared at him intently. He- Lucas was his name- immediately realized she didn’t recognize him, but it didn’t upset him at all. Rather he relished the opportunity to make people, especially nice people, uncomfortable when he could.

“Anne,” he made stretched each of her name’s letters and made a big pause before proceeding, “Who would’ve thought we’d meet at a Wallgreens in middle of nowhere Georgia of all places?”

“Right?” Anne shifted uneasily, looking for any sign. High school? No way. College? No, no, first job at that ad agency? Ugh.

“What have you been up to since… well since that last time?” Lucas asked, pleased on how purposefully ambiguous he could be when he wanted to.

“Well… lot’s has happened you know? When was it even? The last time we saw each other I mean,” Anne was clever enough to ask.

“It was right around… oh what do I know? Probably around that time we went to eat with Chris? At that Italian restaurant?”

He hadn’t gone out to eat with Anne and a Chris (they didn’t even have a mutual acquaintance Chris as far as he was concerned) but it seemed believable enough.