Julia recognized the man from the pastry shop. His nose was the same, his mouth was the same mouth, the lines on his cheeks and around his eyes were the same. She moved closer to him, he spoke with a different tone, more nasal, and he appeared thinner. She whispered something in Gaia’s ears. Gaia walked to the man.
Did we meet before?
I don’t think so, the man said, my name is Sealey. What’s yours?
I am Gaia. I thought I saw you a few days ago, in the pastry shop.
No, it was not me.
Do you have a brother?
I do not.
Then it must be you.