"We have met before, haven't we?" Leonard asked, eyes narrowing slightly, like he was flipping through mental files.
No. No. No.
Alice's heart beat a violent tattoo against her ribs. Think, think, think. Her face must've paled. Her fingers clenched the handkerchief tightly.
What was she supposed to do?
Did he know Aurora?
Worse—she had told him her name was Alice.
And the handkerchief was now damning evidence.
"Uh—I don't think so," she said, forcing a laugh that sounded way too high-pitched. "You must get that a lot though, right? You know, people thinking they've met you just because they've seen you in so many films."
A flash of confusion crossed his face.
Yes. She wasn't making any sense right now.
"I don't usually forget faces," he said as he continued to look at her with interest.
"Really? That's impressive." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers shaking slightly. "I forget my own sometimes. Ha-ha-ha," the awkward laughter came again.
