[ Her smile dims just the slightest, her expression growing confused. Did they meet at some point? Did she forget? There's a little bit of guilt creeping in, and she wonders if she'll ever catch her footing here.

Maybe soon. ]

I don't know the exact day, but it's been a while. I've been - [ She waves a hand in the air dismissively, though she seems a little tense. She doesn't like the idea of having vague or lost memories, especially when tied to being poked and prodded at by strangers.

So, she's just not gonna talk about it. She pats the bench beside her, inviting him to sit. ]

I don't remember when we met, I'm sorry. But if this is one of your favorite places, I'm sure we got along great. [ u like flowers + she likes flowers = friends. ]