The gentleman had barely taken off his windbreaker and placed it on the back of a chair before he was recognized. Recognized? Here? In this dump? He adjusted his eyes and cocked his head, looking remembering the face vaguely. He was tired from a long night's work and wanted little more than to have a beer and forget about his desparity.<br/><br/>Alyssa. It came to him out of the blue.<br/><br/>"Alyssa?" he asked, rather than exclaimed, unsure if she was just a crazy homeless woman who'd guessed right. As he took some steps toward her he saw, yes, this was the same Alyssa from high school. The confident, surefire woman who always seemed unattainable, but that was fine as they were good friends.<br/><br/>"How are you, girl?" He asked, pulling out a seat instinctively. "And what in the world are you doing here?"