He'd always be there at exactly 2:00 P.M.

A blond man in a white suit, whose most distinguishable characteristic was the cheetah-print necktie you first found ugly, and now endearing.

The same man who'd stand beside you in the crosswalk everyday, making his daily appearance and leaving just as quick when the traffic lights turned red.

A man who stuck to his schedule, as you observed, who now broke the daily cycle when he hands you the wallet that dropped from your pocket.

"Is this yours?"