You're about to leave when a well tanned guy with no identifying marks of his faculty on the expensive clothes caught up with you. He closed any hint of personal space between you in one step, and, smiling broadly, announced with a voice too cheerful to be believable:

Hey, hey, wait. I know you, don't I?

He laughed, even tho it could hardly be called a joke.

I'm messing with you. Name's Perry.