As she rings you up, Bilinda can't help but notice the name on your credit card: Benjamin Wilson. "Hey," she says casually as she hands you your change, "is that... is that Ben Wilson?" She tilts her head, clearly fishing for information.

"Yeah," you reply with a grin. "Why? Do you know me or something?"

Her eyes widen and she flushes slightly, looking away before meeting your gaze again. "Well... I mean... no. Not really." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "I mean, I've heard of you. Like everyone has, I guess. You were in that surfing accident a few years back..." Her voice trails off as she studies your face, searching for any sign of recognition or discomfort.

"Yeah," you reply with a nod, "that was me."