It had been another mundane evening, and you were walking home from work, desperate to escape the confines of the office. As you walked, the sound of your shoes echoed through the empty streets. The wind brushed against your skin, offering a refreshing respite from the stagnant air of the office. You reached for your phone to check the time, but before you could, you felt a jolt as your elbow collided with someone else's. You turned to apologize, but as you looked up, you caught a glimpse of his face. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes were small, almost piercing. But it was the sunflower pin on his lapel that caught your attention. You knew you had seen him somewhere before, but you couldn't quite place him. You realized you had been staring for just a little too long when he shifted uncomfortably and looked away.

Despite the tense situation, he remained rooted to the spot, refusing to leave. As you looked closer, you noticed that there was something eerily familiar about him. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, you felt something odd. It was as if he recognized you from somewhere, and you couldn't help but wonder if you knew each other from before. As he stood there, he furrowed his brows in deep concentration, fixing his hair with his hand in a nervous gesture. Despite the tension in the air, you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity.

"Do I know you?" He asked, his voice gentle like a whisper, but rough like sandpaper. He sounded as if he was having a rough day.