You can't think. That's the problem.

You stand there, trying to place who she is, looking over those features, but there is no way anything is coming to mind. What's driving you nuts, however, is that she is so, so familiar.

Finally, you're taking time to collect your thoughts, to finally find your voice, and you're shaking your head, unable to take your eyes off of this pretty girl.

"Sorry, no I don't." you finally admit, goofy grin finally finding it's way on your face.

"Maybe you can help me out and inform me."

>Vriska: Inform the Dorky Boy.