I sat there quietly looking at him curiously. My thoughts were a bit foggy as I asked the bartender for a glass of wine, Merlot to be exact. I think quickly and wander over to the man wondering if I had seen him before. I sat down across from him and smiled sheepishly. No questions were asked, as I feared what might come out would offend or bring up something unpleasant. The silence was nearly deafening for me. I wondered if he felt the same or if it was just me. I just stared blankly at my glass, swirled the wine around, and took a sip from it. Sighing at the explosion of taste on my tongue, I smile hoping not to have made a fool of myself. I glance away and begin walking away from the table slowly, my cash on the table for the bartender and tip. My head is down and hopefully covered so he might not recognize me. Does he?