Guy stopped midway sweeping,as he twisted around at an almost familiar, as if he had met the lady before, maybe even countless time, but he shook it off as one of his 3day all-nighter and stepped to her "take a number" he said smiling patting her on the back then going back to sweeping, eying her suspiciously "I don't believe we've met before. The names guy, and you are" he was ganna find out who she was, be it as a simple question or wrecking her, the thought that he knew her made him feel uncomfortable, as if she had drugged him and did who knows what. He chuckled thinking of how stupid it would seem if he explained, and creepier being he was a Sicilian country boy who looked like the kinda guy who would take any girl he could get. Come to think of it maybe it was true he sat there pondering as he waited for a reply.