“This is all a little peculiar...” She remarks to the young man who served her tea and cakes. Tactless, she’ll admit, to just say such a thing to a stranger -- but his voice! It was an uncanny match to a certain red head, whom she’d been more than acquainted; though to her luck, this person was far more amicable. Be that out of general personality or necessity; he did work here after all. “I mean...I’m sorry, I must be looking at you like you have three eyes! “










