There is a man she might recognize who's been in a booth watching the thought-paths of those around him mingle. He looks as he did when she was but a girl. Pity he couldn't differentiate her path from so many troubled patrons, or he might have avoided her.
Paul Sees her path mingling with his, but until he looks up, he doesn't know her for who she is. When he does, he's shocked beyond words. For once, his composure is completely lost.
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Paul?!
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