Vince was not trying to hit on this woman, damn it. She was cute, but after the bullshit with his ex-wife, he wasn't about to start randomly hitting on chicks. He had Lillian.<br/>"Ah, no. That's not what this is about."<br/>What was he supposed to say? This had already started out on the wrong foot. He ran a hand through his short hair.<br/>Man, why should he try to be something he wasn't? Fuck it. He leaned a little closer- not enough to make her uncomfortable, but enough for privacy.<br/><br/>"Okay, look. Real talk time. Last night you saw a woman in a white dress- stringy matted looking blonde hair. Pale. Blue eyes. I'm not sure where you were, but you saw her. And so did I. Same time last night- around what, 10pm, 11? And I'm pretty sure you didn't share that with anyone."<br/><br/>He paused a moment to let her remember, to let it sink in.<br/><br/>"We're connected, okay? We both saw the same thing. At the exact same time, and I was in New York until this afternoon."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>