He crouched down, and only then did I realize this was the man from the plane, the one whose pristine suit I had ruined. His entire demeanor radiated nobility.
"What a coincidence, meeting again," I murmured, not sure if he heard me.
"You've been drinking?" he asked, though it sounded more like a statement. "And quite a lot, it seems."
Before I could respond, I suddenly felt myself being lifted.
Looking up, I found our faces were now only inches apart.
He cradled me in his arms, and to steady myself, I had to wrap my arms around his neck.
His features were striking—high-bridged nose, sharp jawline...
Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the alcohol, but I couldn't stop my gaze from drifting downward, oblivious to how intrusive it was.
"You look so familiar..." I slurred.
He paused briefly before continuing to walk. "You should update your pickup lines."
"You remind me a bit of..." I waved my hand in the air as if trying to capture the memory, "a childhood neighbor..."
I dug through the fragments of my past and shook my head.