Wait a second.

His foot pressed back on the brake. Both eyes returned to the girl-in-uniform's face. She was currently taking another order through her mic. One black strand of hair fell over her light cheek, dislodged from her elegant bun.

When she finished, Stanley caught her attention.

"Hold on."

The girl turned. "Yes?"

Stanley's eyes narrowed. He prodded a finger through the air. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" he finally asked. "You look... familiar."

A faint curve appeared on Claire's lips. "Yes, I believe you do," she folded her arms. "Did you have somewhere in mind?" Despite her playful tone, it sounded equal parts a challenge.

Quaint.

Stanley furrowed a spare brow, and filed through his memory.