Remembering Raimondo (Complete)

Instead my attention was focused on who I saw seated in the restaurant. His eyes were on the screen in the corner of the room. I knew that because my gaze used to be directed in that direction while I mopped the floors at night. Without warning, he began to laugh. I couldn't hear anything, it was a soundless laughter. Not because I was in a trance, but because the windows and doors blocked in all the sounds... depriving me of the sound I wanted to hear most. Something about his expression made me smile. He looked... if only there were a word to describe how he looked. One word that could paint this perfect image of him in detail capturing even the motion of the moment. But before I could come up with that word, that perfect moment was broken. I inhaled sharply as his eyes landed on me. His face went blank removing all the evidence that he had been expressing amusement. Like a mirror, my smile faded. His empty countenance lasted only for a few more seconds, and then there was a twitch. A twitch of recognition? A twitch of memory? Whatever it was gave my feet the strength to move towards the door.