I kept looking, far longer than a polite glance.
"You're staring," he said.
"I'm sorry." I blushed. "You look like someone I knew when I was a kid."
"Could be." He scratched his chin. "I've lived here my whole life. My name's Robert Briddle."
"I'm Stephanie Maypeace. I lived here until I was six." [Apparently his name didn't ring a bell?]
His eyes went wide, and I remembered where I knew him from. A cashier started to open a new line next to us, and he made a motion as if to join it.
I shook my head. "It's okay." [What's okay?] [What just happened? Rob made a motion as if to join a new line? I don't know what that means.]
"Next," the cashier said. She began ringing up my items. I handed her my credit card and turned to Rob. [Is Rob behind her?] We both started to speak at the same time. He motioned for me to go first. [He's a man of few words, but he does a lot of motioning.]
"You look good," I said.
"You too. All grown up. How old are you now? Twenty-four, twenty-five?"
"Twenty-six in a month."
He shook his head. "It doesn't seem like it could have been all that long ago."
The bag boy handed me my items, and I gave Rob a little wave. "It was nice seeing you."
"Hold up a minute." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Here's my card. Call me sometime. If you'd like."
What, you're not going to tell us where she remembers him from?
If the bag boy can simply hand you your items, what did you need a bag boy for? I would have expected him to load your bags in the car.
I'm pretty sure if I moved away from a town at the age of six and moved back at twenty-six, no one I knew back then would look familiar. Does he have a lightning bolt scar on his forehead?