a mouse makes a very small stand on her own behalf

X has moved back. Fluffy told me two days ago. I saw him on the street and kept walking. He followed me to the bookstore. He said my name. I turned and looked at him unsurprised, "Yes?" "Oh...I didn't think you had recognized me." "No, I did." I walked into the bookstore. I am not afraid or sorry or weirded out. Whew.