“Remember you?” Emily said, putting a finger on her lip. “Have we met before?”
“At a party last December,” William told her.
“A party. You'll have to be a bit more specific,” Emily advised.
“It was a going-away party for a friend of mine. It was at a hall a couple weeks
before Christmas.” William had hoped she remembered at least a part of the night
like he had.
“I don't think I was at a party before Christmas of last year,” Emily responded.
“Oh, maybe it was someone else,” William said with regret. It had to be her. She
looked exactly the way he remembered.
“It must have been,” Emily told him. “I get mixed up for other girls all the time.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“It's fine. It happens all the time,” Emily reassured him. “Hopefully you find that
girl one day.”
“Well, I'm not looking for her.”
“Maybe you should,” Emily told him. “Then she can teach you how to do the
Macarena.”
“So it was you!” William exclaimed.
“I'm not saying it was,” Emily demurred. “I'm not saying it wasn't.”
“Okay, fair enough,” William said. He didn't want to pry into it anymore and hear
about the makeup. David kept reminding him of the night.
“So, are you going to show me around?” Emily asked.
“Of course,” William responded.
He came out from behind the counter. He guided her to the soda machine.
“This is where people get the fountain drinks. Next to that is the coffee,” he said
as they walked down the counter in the back of the store. “Here is the hot dog