Synopsis
A cucumber sets off the whole chain of events. She's just gotten some recognition when he corners her one evening, voice sharp: "Don't tell me you actually forgot about me?" She scratches her head, embarrassed. "Look, I have face blindness. Your face just... doesn't stick with me." He leans close, drops his voice. "That night. Half a year back…" Her face goes red. "Oh! It's you!" That's right, it's me standing here! Face blindness bothering you? Fine by me—stick around while I make sure you never forget my face again.
