You may not remember him, but he remembers you. It may have been years, but your face wasn't something he could easily forget. He's a little wary when you look right through him, as if you'd never seen him before in your life, but maybe you just need a little prompting. Maybe you just forgot.

"How you doing?" He greets with an easy grin, sticking out his hand for you to shake. His head tilts, trying to analyse any flicker of recognition in your eyes. "I'm Julien. It's nice to meet you."