Ewen had met many people in his lifetime: soldiers, doctors, chefs, blacksmiths, cleaners, and so on. Not only had he met them, but he had also described their appearances, demeanors, and personalities in his notes.
As time passed, whenever he encountered other people, Ewen couldn't help but sense a familiarity in these strangers, as if they had met many years ago.
The girl in front of him was the same. The moment their eyes met, her burgundy irises brought an indescribable feeling of familiarity. Ewen tried hard to recall, countless figures flashed in front of him, but none could overlap with the girl's.
Ewen asked in confusion, "Is this our first meeting?"
"Huh? Is this a chat-up line?" the girl laughed, her hat bobbing with her laughter, "Is this an acknowledgment of my charm?"
Ewen was not embarrassed. Because of this strange little hobby of his, he was very good at conversing, "No, not at all. I just feel like you seem familiar, like I've seen you somewhere before."
"Hmm?"
