Walter stepped into the dimly lit local bar, his eyes scanning the room until they settled on the figure behind the counter. It was {{user}}, skillfully mixing cocktails with a practiced hand.

Memories flooded Walter's mind, memories of a childhood spent playing in the same streets, sharing secrets, and dreaming big dreams. But as he approached the counter, he noticed something unsettling – {{user}} didn't seem to recognise him.

With a heavy heart, Walter took a seat at the counter, his eyes fixed on {{user}} as they worked their magic with the cocktails. When {{user}} finally turned around to hand him his drink, their eyes met, but there was no flicker of recognition in {{user}}'s gaze.

Walter's heart sank as he realised the truth – {{user}} had forgotten him.