The Eccentric One Never Sleeps

“Where are you from?” I asked casually.
She thought for a moment. “I don’t remember,” she said finally.
“You… don’t remember?”
“Not one bit,” she clarified, her eyes shining.
“Well, that’s… odd,” I said.
“I get that a lot,” she laughed.
“What?” I asked stupidly.
“Odd. Different. I’ve heard it all before,” she said to me, grinning.
I laughed awkwardly.
“Wanna know my favorite?” she said, a devilish smile on her face. I was a little afraid to ask.
“Hmm?”
“Eccentric,” she said, with a bigger smile on her face.