“What’s it like?” I raised an eyebrow incredulously. “You mean—love?” I looked at her doubtfully. “You’ve been thinking about that?”
She nodded solemnly, earnestly. “I really want to know.”
I looked at Ank, who snorted and huffed his food. “Well, I mean, it’s a big subject. Love. I really wouldn’t know where to—”
“Start at the very beginning,” she said, almost breathlessly. “At the exact moment you laid eyes on her. I mean, was it something she was wearing, or something she said ... was it her perfume—”
“No, no, nothing like that,” I sat back and thought about it. “It’s more that ... I didn’t so much see her—as recognize her. I mean ... it was like I’d known her all along—only forgotten ... somehow. Like we were simply picking up where we left off, elsewhere—elsewhen.” I gazed at the n
