Iris Harris chuckled a little; it was the first time someone said she looked like someone else.
"Is it such a coincidence? I wonder if we could meet someday."
"Probably not," Henry Ford replied, "my old friend passed away quite some time ago."
Iris was taken aback for a moment and then responded, "I'm sorry..."
"It's alright." Henry shook his head slightly, "I'm quite happy to see someone so much like him after all these years."
"Mr. Ford... you're not from Avenia?" Iris noticed his accent was a bit different.
Henry smiled slightly, "Yes, I'm from Casselvia. I came here to River City to find someone, and once I do, I'll return home."
Iris nodded, took a sip of red wine, and said, "I hope Mr. Ford finds that person soon."
Henry smiled at her, "I'm almost there."
He chatted with her for a little while longer. Perhaps due to his age or experiences, every word Henry said was incredibly intriguing. The conversation ended with him inviting her to visit Casselvia.
