“I think you must have me confused with someone else,” Rowan insisted as they stepped back and away from the stranger, finally escaping out the door of the store. The other person had not, in fact, mistaken Rowan at all. It was simply that they didn’t want to engage with someone who had only known them under false pretences. The memories of Ethan Birch laid close to the surface for Rowan, still influencing their decisions and how they were behaving. They had never been so nervous or unsure of themselves in their life, and yet here they were, bumbling like some village idiot waiting to be told what to do. No, Rowan needed to find their family and fast. Turning, they didn’t spot the other person fast enough, colliding and allowing another Ethan-based trait to escape - manners. “Sorry, I didn’t see you.”
