Emilios frowned when the young man spoke.  For some reason, he had already expected that he wouldn’t be able to speak English.  Why?  His voice did not sound familiar but there was something about him that was.  It was almost as if he had met this boy before, but he had an excellent memory and could not recall encountering him in the past.

If he had not been a bit perplexed, he might have been able to stop Anaisa’s tirade before it progressed too far.  His sister was always talkative but even more so when she was excited.  And she was certainly enthusiastic about this French singer.  He hoped she didn’t develop a crush on him.  Considering the way he was dressed, he was not high enough in status for his precious sister to waste time on.

She got his message when he squeezed her hand, but soon she was off again, introducing both of them.  If he had not stopped her a second time, Emilios was positive that she would have told the singer the reason that they had moved here and that was nobody’s business but his own.  When they got home, he would warn her never to speak of his wife’s death to either friends or strangers.

The French singer turned his attention to Emilios and grinned.  Again, he felt as if he already knew him.  There was something about that smile …

“Good day to you as well,” he replied, his own smile a bit tight.  “Please forgive my sister for asking so many questions.  Sometimes she talks too much.”

Where, he wondered again, have I seen him before?