I saw those eyes across the bar. Those velvet eyes. Was there a flicker of recognition in those eyes? I remembered her of course. She was special. But me, I was just one of hundreds, if not thousands. She walked over and sat beside me. “Hello Jack.”
“Hello Ruby,” I replied. She laughed and explained that wasn’t her real name, but did not offer up her real one. I asked how she remembered me. She said it was my goofy smile. I thought she was going to say it was my Minnie Mouse belt buckle, and how it wouldn’t unbuckle.
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