Blood Sport
I run a face recognition search on a random stranger, poke around in some records. The game is on.
“Do I know you?” He gives me a blank but friendly look. “I do! Edison High, ‘09?”
Genuine surprise. “Wow, small world!” I can see him trying to place me.
“Mari Gunderson. I doubt you’d remember me.”
“Rings a bell.” Too bad my implant randomly snatched it from the phone directory.
“I had such a crush on you back then.”
He tries to hide his surprise. “Really?”
“Major. Well, I’ve got to go.”
I leave him scrambling for something to say.
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