The face matched, but the body wasn't right. That's why the name wasn't coming.
She was in chemistry, and gym, and was she on the volleyball team?
I wished her clothes back on and stepped forward to her.
"Excuse me," I said.
She looked over, her face red, and her mouth cracked open a little bit.
"Uh... yes?"
"Have we met? Do we know each other?" I asked.
She tilted her head to the side and said, "You look familiar, you're right."
You looked into her eyes and wished for her to remember anything about you. Her eyes lit up.
"High school?" you offered.
"Yes!" she exlaimed, happily, poking you in the chest, "You're Shawn, you sat next to me in Mrs. Morton's class, 11th grade."
The memory came back to you, now. She was thinner, but had a certain fondness for tops that showed off her C cup chest, cleavage spotted with freckles. Something to draw attention there, you recalled...
"You had a hard-on a lot of the time." she spouted, causing you to blush now. She put her hands over mouth.
You tilted your head away, embarrassed.
Removing her hands from her mouth, she apologized.
"I can't believe I just said that..."
You moved your eyes back over to hers.
"Can we start over?" she asked. She held out a hand to you, "Hiya, remember me? I'm Sadie. We went to high school together? We..."
She paused.
"We..." she started again. "We graduated in '99?"