Sitting alone in a crowded bar, you feel eyes burning into your back. You turn around, noticing a handsome gentleman with long, white hair looking at you as if he’s seen a ghost. You shrug him off after the first time, but after a few shared glances, he makes his way across the room to you. He taps you on the shoulder, looking down at you a little sheepishly.

This is going to sound crazy, but I think I know you.