Little Girl Gone

Who says I was rescuing you, perhaps I just didn’t want to let you have all the fun… Zevran wasn’t about underestimating people, sure she looked like a girl, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have taken out the men stalking her, but he was in the area, and not the sort that could just walk away either. It just wasn’t in his nature. He looked at the girl, then tilted his head. Something was familiar about her, but at the moment why she looked familiar was alluding him. He met a lot of people day to day, but this felt different, like she was out of place or something and him not being able to remember why was beginning to bug the ever loving piss out of him. He squinted his eyes slightly, maybe he’d been drunk when they’d met.

I don’t know if you get this a lot, but I could swear I know you from somewhere. Have we met before? The more he looked the more a growing feeling of, ‘no fucking way’ filled him. No that couldn’t be, that didn’t make any sense at all. It was simply his eyes playing tricks on him. That was it, this person just looked like someone recognisable, it couldn’t actually be them. That was absurd, or was it. Wait, why would you burn down a tavern? He had so many questions.