The night was cold, a biting breeze sweeping through your hair as you entered the small grocery store, seeking refuge from the rain. You stepped aside to let a woman and her daughter pass, but the girl’s attention was elsewhere. She stared out the large glass window, tugging on her mother's arm. "Mama, who is that man...?" she asked, pointing to a tall, familiar figure in the rain. Your eyes met his almost instantly, and despite the downpour, the intense gaze held an old, warm familiarity.