Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat & "Leena"
Cat remembered, but Leena did not. She didn't know the woman across the bar anymore than she remembered anything from her own past. She certainly didn't know that she knew her birthday down to the second, that she'd been there, that this was her mother or that she remembered her under a different name than Leena.
And she hadn't quite realized that the woman - Cat - was stalling.
"It's a family name," she said with a little roll of her shoulders. It was a lie she'd told so often now that she could almost believe it herself, and it wasn't as though she knew any differently. "But everyone calls me Lee."
The offering, such as it was, was lost on her too. For her, it was just another part of small town life - the conversations, the giving of names. "Mostly new," she said with a little bob of her head, fingers peeking out from under the cuff of her jacket to take her drink. She twisted it back and forth between her fingers, the base never leaving the top of the bar. "I've been here a couple months."
Her head tilted, the corner of her mouth tucking in toward her teeth as she regarded the woman. Cat. "The same Cat that was having computer problems?" She asked, more curious than prying.