Alexander stared at the woman seated on the swing in disbelief. Why did she look so familiar yet strange at the same time. He was certain he had never seen her before but this feeling… Why did feel so right to touch her, hug her and cry his heart out? Strange, he thought.
"Who are you?" Alexander asked even though he somehow knew the answer to that question, and it scared him. Maybe he shouldn't have asked that.
"You don't know me?" She asked looking down sad and crestfallen. Sad? Why would she be sad? Had she expected Alexander to know who she was? Hell, how would he know when he was meeting with her for the first time?
"Yes. I've never seen you before so I don't know who you are," Alexander said with shrugged shoulders. It was only natural, right?
