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『 not déjà vu ? 』
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AWKARD SILENCE HUNG over the two, as they walked on the sidewalks of upper state New York.
Delores glanced over at the guy next to her, "What's your name?" she asked, her stomach twisting into a nauseous knot as she let her gaze linger on him.
He glanced at her, then back in front of him. He didn't respond for a moment before taking a sip of his coffee.
She didn't even know his name.
"Five." he responded and looked back over at her, "I'm not going to ask what yours is because I saw your name tag," he said before looking in front of him.
Delores furrowed her eyebrows as she looked down at the paper coffee cup in her hand, "Five?" she asked in a questioning tone.
Her head then pounded— and she remembered the dream of the number that flashed rapidly on her eyelids.
He felt a pang of... something when she said his name. He remembered when she would say 'cinq' just as a joke.
She felt a pang of lightheadedness, she felt as if she was going to pass out any moment— or vomit right there on the side of the suburban road.
"Yeah," he said plainly as the two stopped at a crosswalk, and he pressed the button on the side of the stop light, so they could walk across.
"Were your parents out to get you as a baby?" Delores asked, not exactly sarcastic— actually, she was more serious than he had seen her in a while.
The light accent that coated over her words made her voice not sound like her. But it was just a reminder that she wasn't Phoenix.
"Something like that," he responded, as the light of a person walking appeared on the light on the other side of the street came on.
Five began to walk across the street, and Delores paused for a moment before trailing behind him.
"Why did you want to talk to me?" he asked when she caught up again.
Delores didn't exactly know how to answer that, "Because you make me sick." she blurted out, and he looked over at her with a raised eyebrow.
