"Lydia," you think as you reach the sidewalk in front of her house. Sometimes your memory still works. She waves.
"Hi Lydia," you say, "Hey buddy!" You kneel down and scratch the dachshund's head. It might be rude to just reach down and pet someone's dog without asking... you can't remember... it's been so long since you interacted with anyone outside of the office... but Lydia doesn't mention anything about it. You engage over the typical smalltalk topics, and it honestly isn't as horrible as you'd expected it to be. She' seems genuinely kind and a bit funny. You take turns recalling anecdotes from your workplaces and it's not totally horrible. You start to ease up.
But then... you can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at your face... every time you make eye contact she abruptly breaks away as if she were caught staring at something taboo...
She seems to have noticed that you have noticed, but neither of you seem to be willing to address the issue. Luckily, just before the conversation becomes too stale and awkward, she politely says goodbye, and that she needs to get ready to meet an old friend at the bar down the street. And just before she goes inside, she mentions that you should go by there too if you aren't up to anything. She says that she doesn't really know anyone in the neighborhood.
You say you might do that and head into your place. But just before she goes inside, you catch her out of the corner of your eye... giving you that odd look from before. You don't want to put too much thought into it, so you immediately run into the bathroom and gaze into the mirror. You see:
Meh... you basically look the same as you always have. No idea what that look was all about... maybe it was in your head.