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It all seemed familiar. The fountain, water spilling from the open mouth of the lion's head. Terra cotta tile, inlaid with a blue and white crest; same head, different angle, but with one exception - the eyes stared out in fierce defiance. To the right, a stairway. On the left, a sign, an arrow pointing out the direction of her intended destination. She had been this way…many times. Still, though all indications affirmed the way she went was the right one, obviously, since she had yet to even glimpse anything remotely resembling a store of any kind, it was not.
"Lost?" a voice asked, solicitously from behind her. Glancing over her right shoulder, she discovered it's source. A tall, slender guy, his longish sandy brown hair pulled back into a ponytail smiled, an amused glint dancing in his dark eyes. He, too, was familiar. She just could not remember his name at that moment.
"You're Kyra… Sorry, seems I can't remember your last name," he said, falling in step beside the clearly frustrated girl. "We met on Saturday… The mixer. I was your team leader--"
Finally placing him, Kyra sighed her relief at not having yet another puzzle to solve. Extending her hand, she eagerly responded, "Davidson. I'm Kyra Davidson from Richland Hills. I thought I'd seen you before!"
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