Cat blinked, then laughed at the directness of the question. There was no mockery in it, only surprised mirth. Her smile lingered as she sobered slightly, and considered Charlie's question carefully, giving the girl a careful, quiet look.
"You know..." she said, going over her visual memory banks thoroughly. In a business like Cat's, one had to remember every name, every face; forgetting the wrong person could mean the loss of an important relationship, or a client. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not remember ever having met Charlie before, despite the fact that she did feel familiar. Almost urgently so.
"Honestly," she continued finally, "I just don't know. I never forget a face, Charlie, but I can't remember us ever having met. But it feels like we know each other, doesn't it?"
She took another look at Charlie. "Did you ever live in New York?"