Rick, focused intently on trying to decide if that suspicious spot on the apple in hand was a bruise or just a weird coloring, was suddenly aware of the feeling of being watched. He glanced up out of the corner of his eye, only to see the blonde woman next to him looking back. It was a strange sensation, a moment of pause.
"Something you need?" he asked, forcing his tone to be conversational, light. The moment the words left his mouth, however, Rick found himself staring back with an alarming feeling of deja vu. Was he supposed to be recognizing her, he wondered, a touch of guilt. She did look familiar, something about that blonde hair... Rick's lips twisted in thought without his realization.