eliezer's waltz // theautopsyqueen
Going with Alfred hadn’t been the worst idea, but it hadn’t been the best either. Edward’s erstwhile ‘friend’ had abandoned him for the snack table, and as he watched Alfred pig out at the chocolate fountain, it struck him that he really should have asked Dollie. Sure, the girl was a nuisance, but at least she was a half-decent conversationalist.
He spotted a red-headed woman who was clinging to the wall as much as he was, and moved towards her. He waved, trying to catch her attention.
Once he caught sight of her face, it took him a minute, but he realised it wasn’t Dahlia. He stood there, awkwardly, for a moment.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were-” he began, and then stopped. Something about the woman’s face seemed familiar, even if he didn’t recognise her. Had he talked to her?
“Have... we met?” he said. He squinted, trying to figure out where he’d seen her face before. “Because I ... I could swear I know you from somewhere.”