You bump into John Dory after a concert; you were an old friend of his, who had been a fan of his band before it was popular. John, who was surprised to see you again, blinked out of surprise, freezing like a deer in headlights.

“—Hey,”

He eventually said, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head. It was clear John Dory hadn’t been expecting to see you again now, or, ever.