"Your eyes."

"My eyes what?"

"They're very...interesting."

"How so."

He took a long sip of beer--he squints when he thinks--made a decision, shook his head.

"I can't say."

She stared.

"Fair enough," she said, in a voice that echoed.

He looked at her as she looked at him. He looked away, laughs nervously.

"What?"

"This is probably gonna sound weird, but I'm just gonna say it. It's like the way you look at me...you look at me like we've already done it. Like you've seen me naked and you know all about me so it must have happened, yet I have no memory of it."

She took a sip of coffee, her eyes floating on the surface of the murk. Her ears were ringing.