A little smile toys on her face. "I'm surprised you remember that." Because I have clearly lost all ability to think before I talk around this woman, I blurt out, "I remember everything about you." And then there's this Guinness-Book-of-World-Records-worthy awkward moment where we both stare at each other. Don't mind me, Elle, just the boy next door who apparently makes it his life goal to say embarrassing things in your presence.
