"It's kind of weird, isn't it? The whole building seems to be full of people I feel I know, but I totally don't remember meeting them."
Lucy set her ball down and eyed the obstacle and counted to ten, out loud, like Max had suggested. Her ball made it through just barely, narrowly missing the beam, and it rolled into the hole. After a quick squeal of celebration, she retrieved her ball and stood off to the side so Max could take his turn.
She thought about what he had said. Had she seen him in passing? It was entirely possible, but it didn't feel complete enough. She felt too comfortable with him for their meeting, if it had happened, to be a mere passing glance.
"I don't know," she finally responded to his question. "I don't think that's it. I feel like it would have been more than that if it had happened." She furrowed her brow. Articulating this was hard. You would think after multiple instances of this she would be better equipped with ways to explain it. Instead, it became more and more difficult.