It was a pretty benign thing to say, what about George. Very benign. Except that Betty had only run into one person named George in the City so far. One person. There were probably other Georges, it was a common enough name. But that didn't explain the fact that it seemed like the man may have been speaking to her.
Betty had been walking past, slowly, and contemplated getting something to drink. Maybe something to eat as well. Then she heard it and paused, the question about George.
"Excuse me?" She asked, trying to get clarification and moved a bit closer instinctively. "Were you talking to me?"
She could have been wrong. After all she was a little absorbed with her memories of her meeting with Charlie. The feelings had passed, or at least seemed to, the second they were no longer together and part of her desperately wondered if she would feel the same way the next time she saw him.