An Unfamiliar Figure

In her head, she knew that she had never met the person before. Usually she isn’t great at pinpointing faces or names, but she could tell that she had never seen this one before. Or maybe she had but they weren’t anyone that she would have known well, or taken care to remember in any particular way. Even though the stranger wasn’t facing her, she could see enough of his profile to be sure that they had never met. In addition, the odds of her running into someone she knew at this place, and this time were so astronomically high that she was able to easily run through a list of the most likely possibilities that would not approach her first and dismiss them.
She was standing in a coffee shop, waiting for her drink to be made while behind her a man was chatting to his companion. Nothing about him sparked her interest in any way, but as soon as he started talking she had to stop herself from spinning around to look at him right then. He may not have looked familiar, but something about his voice seemed eerily familiar. But she wasn’t sure where she might have heard it.
It may have been a person from her life, someone who’s differences from this man would usually outweigh the similarities. Or it could be someone she had never really met, some character from a show or a movie, perhaps a singer that she had never even heard talk. And really, now could she have gone about checking? By the next time that she might have heard whoever it was that this man reminded her of, she would have already forgotten either this entire scene or the way his voice sounded in the first place.

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