You eerily gaze upon Y/N as he sits oblivious on the bench, staring up at the shimmering blue sky paired with fluffy, ivory clouds. He has had a long—maybe even chaotic—day. His sleep schedule is ruined, and his roommate constantly pesters him about paying rent.

You sit down next to Y/N on the bench, probably uncomfortably close to the poor guy.

Y/N, reasonably startled, asks, "Do I know you?"