The deer (or perhaps more accurately in this circumstance, dear) was frozen, speechless as she stared for a moment at the whites of his eyes, and then when he'd mentioned her name, his mouth. It was an automated response of the eyes to react to whatever happened to be in motion, no matter how brief, and centuries after he'd said it, her name, she finally managed: "Oh," And shook her head as if to loosen shock's grip from her chin, tightly closed her eyes, and summoned up another deep and meaningful: "Ummmm." Before she realized oh, how silly of her. They lived in the same building, didn't they? They were a part of the same story. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it? Her index and fore went to the center of her forehead to press, but realizing it was an anxious gesture she retreated it away quickly.
"I'm sorry. I just didn't think I'd ever see you again." If anything, she was an honest girl. An avoiding girl, perhaps more so, but when confronted she did ever seek to feign or obscure her feelings or to explain herself. "I thought... I don't know what I thought. But I used to think it all wasn't real, and now I know the truth. And I'm sorry."
That wasn't too bad, was it? She'd thought.
"We know each others names, but we never got to really meet. In a... in a normal way."
And as if on cue, the elevator doors started coming together.