For the rest of the dinner, Eryn picked at her food because it was sitting in front of her, people watching, and stealing glances at Amsu. She didn't want to seem like she was starting at him, as the date was already awkward enough. It wasn't his condition that had her heart beating faster, curiosity and slight apprehension taking over her conscoius...But rather the sense of familiarity.<br/><br/>Wracking her brain, she tried to figure out what it was about him that triggered the feeling. His eyes, intense and brooding, looked familiar, but she knew she'd never seen him. His features in general maintained a knowledge that she should know but couldn't bring forth. Something shimmered at the edge of her mind, fighting to come forward, but it wouldn't present itself.<br/><br/>Especially when Amsu's words pulled her out of herself. "I'd love to see the jazz band," came her happy remark, glad to be thinking of something less irksome and more tangible.