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 should know him. He looked so familiar… but what was it? Meredith straightens her back, hands sweaty before saying “Get out of my home! I don’t who you are or what you want.”

The man takes a step back and says ‘I just need to tell you something first. You are going to see me again tonight at the bar, but I won’t know who you are. When I ask you if I can pay for your drink, you have to say no and you have to leave, no matter what I say or do. Is that understood?”

Meredith blinks, astounded and slowly nods her head. The man nods back in agreement and bends down to avoid the doorframe as he walks out of the door, out of the street.

“The eyes.” Meredith blurts out.

He grinds to a halt and turns around to ask “What?”

“It’s the eyes. I recognize them. I don’t how or why but I recognize them.” she says. He smiles sadly and whispers softly “I know you do.”

After a few drinks at home and several changes of her outfit, Meredith walks out of the very same door and out into the night. Her friend, Sarah, was staying at the Stag hotel where she was going to meet her for dinner. “Hi Meredith! Long time no see. How have you been?” she gushes. She replies with “You will never guess what happened to me this morning. This guy barged into my kitchen and started going on about how he knows me but I don’t know him. I mean, what is up with that?!” Sarah exclaims with horror before moving onto how the weather had been recently. Sarah then asks “Could you please grab us both a drink, up at the bar over there?” and slips her a twenty pound note. Meredith nods and walks up to order two mock-tails.

“Hey gorgeous,” a voice came from behind.

She whips around, only to see the very same man that had been in her house earlier that day. “Here, let me pay for that drink.”

She gulps. What was she supposed to do? It was no lie that she was intrigued, curious almost. Where was the harm in her meeting him?

“Thank you!” she says.