"A few times," he said. "A couple of conferences, and once for a concert. Is that where you're from?"
He felt a slight furrow crease his brow, feeling a slight but piercing sense of deja vu. Perhaps it was only the mention of the city, he thought; he was an avid reader of the building's online community, and he felt sure there had been recent mention of the city. There was at least one tenant from Chicago, after all - he remembered well the brief but painful message Fiona had left upon her sister's passing. Chalking it up to this potential cause, he ignored the strange sensation. It was hardly the first time he had felt that familiarity, and he was certain it would not be the last. With his mind chasing down this winding rabbit trail, when he spoke again, he sounded a bit distracted to say the least.
"I don't think it's that, though," he mused. "I live around here; maybe I've seen you in the area? I live in Pax Letale, an old beachfront hotel." He glanced over to her, black eyes meeting hers. "Sound familiar?"