I perched on the edge of a worn chair, nose twitching at the dust that rose from my shifting on the worn upholstery, and tried to shake the feeling I knew this man and his partner from somewhere.
Weird how they seemed to parallel others in my life, though the fact they were a man/ woman team like Reena and Mathias wasn't lost on me. It was more so the feeling of him, of both of them, like they were people I used to know or had ties to the ones I loved most while not having any idea why I would believe that was true.
"You're wondering who we are," he smiled at me with those blue eyes I knew intimately and I realized why.
"Are we related somehow?" But how? I thought I knew all the Hayles.
"Damon." His partner settled next to him on the creaking settee, the center puffed up and losing stuffing, her black leather pants creaking as she crossed one leg over the other, pale blue eyes locked on me. "We said we weren't going to do this now."