[The furrow between his eyebrows only increases as she steps closer to him. He saw how her expression changed from one of confusion to one of mild aggravation and Scott just sort of expected her to turn away or leave him alone after the whole mistaken identity bit. ...Although, it's not just that, is it? Not when she said his name with confused familiarity.
There's still that frown on him, but he doesn't turn away or ignore her. Maybe focusing on this strange mystery will help pull his mind away from his loss, at least for a few seconds. That clamoring feeling is still gripping his chest, unable to let go for long, because how can he just forget her? Scott takes in a deep breath, eyes closing behind his shades for a moment, just trying to focus on this girl in front of him.
She's taking out a phone(?) and-- there's now something ringing from his own jacket. His own puzzled expression appears as he reaches for the device, pulling it out and seeing the person that's calling him-- Ange. Obviously, that's her. He doesn't answer, just watching her with a slightly parted mouth, as if trying to think of something to say.]
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There's still that frown on him, but he doesn't turn away or ignore her. Maybe focusing on this strange mystery will help pull his mind away from his loss, at least for a few seconds. That clamoring feeling is still gripping his chest, unable to let go for long, because how can he just forget her? Scott takes in a deep breath, eyes closing behind his shades for a moment, just trying to focus on this girl in front of him.
She's taking out a phone(?) and-- there's now something ringing from his own jacket. His own puzzled expression appears as he reaches for the device, pulling it out and seeing the person that's calling him-- Ange. Obviously, that's her. He doesn't answer, just watching her with a slightly parted mouth, as if trying to think of something to say.]
So, Ange. [...] You somehow know me.