He was apologizing - score! Getting people to apologize when it wasn’t their fault was wonderful, made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Some people said that was where she was supposed to be feeling guilt, but apparently her guilt gland or whatever didn’t work the way most peoples’ did, or else guilt was a warm, fuzzy feeling. Whatever, she was counting it as a win, and she probably would have been content to let him move on, to go on her way, but then he was looking at her with a weird confused-worried sort of expression.
Did she have something on her face or something?
Whether she did or not, he was, like groping his face or something after he asked why she was a chick, and, what? Seriously?
“I really hope you don’t just walk up and ask other women that... or, no, I hope you do, but I want to see it happen. Five bucks says you get slapped.” It took her a second, but the familiar face, plus the weird stuff in his cart (no one buys that much salt all at once if they're not either a freak or trying to protect themselves against demons, right?), plus the question of why she was female all added up, and she remembered the dude from the boards, with the I.D.s and stuff...
Of all the people she runs into at the store, it’s the weirdo who thinks she’s his brother? Yeah, okay, obviously Lawrence was a weird place, but someone mistaking her for their brother? Wasn’t exactly a good thing; it couldn’t ever be called a compliment, she was pretty sure. And if it was, he’d have to have a damn good looking brother.
“Dude. I'm gonna say this for the last time, okay? I’m. Not. Your. Brother.” Hopefully that would be the last time, but she had a bad feeling that it wouldn’t be. That would just be her kind of luck.