Not Bee or Bea, just B. B is a native of Sarasota. She was standing at the edge of a crowd with a friend. I approached her and asked for a favor, before going into my spiel about the 100 Strangers project. Then I rubbed my chin, looked at her sideways, and said “I don't know what it is, but somehow you just caught my eye.” Both B and her friend broke into laughter.
