Only one hiccup in the beginning, the girl Reanna Lorak charging in late and then staring up at me a little too long and with a little too much interest. It caught me off-guard. Long, dark hair, stunning blue eyes… Something was strangely familiar about her, her eyes, her face. I couldn’t place it. I could swear it was as if we’d met before, and for a second, it nearly threw off the whole rhythm of the class, which was potentially embarrassing. Of course, being the professional I am, I shook off the phantom feeling and got down to business. I couldn’t possibly know that young woman.
