“Wait – Inez?”
She turns to you and blinks. “Yes?”
“I thought I recognized you. How have you been?”
She joins you against the wall, but her face is wary. “Do we know each other?”
“I used to date a girl who lives down the hall from you.”
"So your answer is no," she says, stepping away from the wall again, back into the flow of traffic.
"Wait…" you call after her, but she's already gone.
You watch her go, shaking your head. You don't remember being quite this bad at this.
You're just rusty, you reassure yourself. Just keep at it. After all, you've got all the time in the world.
You jump back sixty seconds into the hallway full of people, half of them already texting someone on their phones.
Inez appears. You decide to
Or you can think better of it, deciding instead to