Over the course of two months, Auggie's learned to adjust. It's not really as easy as it used to be to recognize people, if only because the variety of smells (good ones, even) is limited compared to home. It doesn't stop him from still being damn good at figuring out if people he knows are around.

It's the same case here. He's walking to find a seat of his own, drink in hand, when he passes by the booth when he pauses, finding himself vaguely recognizing someone near him, but he can't quite figure out who it is. At the very least, it's certainly a girl, and from everything he can hear right now, she's alone at the moment.

If he's wrong, and he doubts he is, what harm will it do?

"Mind some company?" he asks with his usual, easy-going smile.