He didn't remember her, he thought as he stared at the older woman before glancing down at her kid. They seemed...sad, he thought. Or maybe he was just reading too much into it as he pushes the door open a little more. "Uh, yeah. Yes. I'm Tyler." He said, resisting the urge to scrub a hand through his curly hair. It was like his nervous tick. "But, no. I don't remember you. I'm sorry."

Maybe he should remember, but he racked his brain and her face didn't come to mind. He wondered if he'd sold her house recently, or maybe sold her a house. Maybe she'd been a sailor on one of the cruisers that he'd taken a ride on in the Navy.

"Do....do you want to come in?" Maybe it wasn't what one was supposed to do when a stranger knocked on your door asking if you remembered them, but she looked so tired and her daughter looked so uncomfortable.