"Who the hell are you? Why can't I talk to you? "

Those were the questions you asked yourself when you woke up after dreaming of someone with curly black hair, headphones, a black jacket, brown trousers and those mythical nikes. Him standing with his back to the bank of the Williamsburgh Bank. It was always the same, and it bothered you.

One day while you were in a coffee shop doing your business, someone came in. At first you didn't think anything of it, but after you saw him from behind you noticed the way he was dressed, the way his hair was, the movements. You could sense that it was him....

Would this be the last chance to see him again?