Iris’ attention was caught by someone sinking into a chair nearby. She looked over at the man rather absently before one eyebrow arched slightly and she took a second look. Iris slouched down into her chair until she could nudge Orithyia with her foot and point her attention towards the guy.
He looked vaguely familiar, which was ridiculous. There was no ‘vaguely familiar’ where Iris was concerned. It was her job to remember people. She could recall names, faces, numbers and addresses in a moment, even if it had been years since she’d seen someone. Iris watched him out of the corner of her eye and when he turned his head just right, she realized what it was. She didn’t know him, he just looked like someone she did know. Someone she knew well.
Iris straightened up, smiled, and directed her next words at the young man. “Are you picking out a chair? Are you really going to go with brown?”