Do I Know You?

She saw him again yesterday. She was standing in line at the bank and could see the cars in line in the drive through. He was in the second car from the window. A red Mazda Miata. Which she thought didn't seem like the kind of car he would drive. 

But of course she really had no idea what kind of car he should drive. 

She didn't know him, afterall. 

He just was a face in a crowd. 

But one that was always in the crowd. Always. She couldn't remember a time he wasn't around. 

From the time she was a child in elementary school. He wasn't in her class. She saw him passing in the hallway. When she was in high school he played for the opposing team at a Friday night football game.When she sang in choir he was competing at State, on stage right before her choir was ready to go on. When she headed to the East Coast for college he was at Freshman orientation. When she came home for Midwinter break he was coming in to the airport as she was leaving. She saw him at the movies. At concerts. Standing in line at the grocery store. And now here at the bank.

One time he looked really sad and she almost asked him if he was okay. But then remembered, she didn't know him. But she still almost asked. Like she almost told him he looked great in that shade of green and he should wear it more often. 

She wondered if he recognized her. If he told his friends that he'd seen her again. That she was getting a Coke when he was getting popcorn. That he'd almost asked what movie she was seeing but then remembered that he didn't really know her.

Though she had never seen him with friends. Or a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. He was always alone. 

But then again, so was she. 

Not that she was always alone, but that she was always alone when she saw him. Or that only she recognized him. That was probably more accurate. It wasn't like she was with a group of friends and everyone said, "Look! It's that guy!" or "Don't look but he's here!" Nobody but her seemed to even notice him. Or at least nobody talked about it. 

But then again, neither did she. 

Only once had she ever mentioned it, seeing him over and over again. One friend said he was probably her destiny and she should talk to him. One friend said clearly he had something important to tell her and she should ask. And yet another said there were only 6 faces in the whole world so it probably wasn't him at all but just that face. 

Six? Really? That seemed like too few. But she did agree that a lot of people look alike. There were actors she watched that she thought were really busy and always making movies only to find out that it was two different people. Still busy, but not two movies a year busy.

But it was the only time she had mentioned it. They had all been a little high at the time and nobody seemed to remember her talking about it. Or at least thought it was important once they were sober. 

He moved to the front of the drive through and she couldn't see him anymore. 

She knew she'd see him again though. She always did. 

(Prompt was "Write a story about a character that looks eerily familiar." This might be the first time I took a creepy prompt and De-creeped it.  Or did I?)