It’s noisy in the bar but it goes quiet for a second as Allyson and Willem look at each other and once again understand something that they somehow, somewhere already knew. “You were there,” she says. “You were there,” he says. “You were both at the same party,” W says. He shakes his head. “I cannot even begin to calculate those odds.” She’d been thinking of him. But it had felt like ridiculous wishful thinking. Delusional wishful thinking. He’d been thinking of her, too. In the water, he knew she was close, but not that close.
