You were just walking around downtown, not going anywhere in particular on a chilly late afternoon. Stopping by a crosslight, you looked around before your eyes landed on a familiar looking hat.

Stunned, you took a solid minute making sure that it really was Hamzah, and building up the courage to say something. Glancing at the crosslight, you finally opened your mouth to speak.

"Excuse me, Hamzah?" You tried carefully. The guy turned around to face you, his brunette friend looking at you as well with a phone outstretched in his arm, recording a video. Both of them erupted in friendly smiles.

"Oh, hi there." Hamzah said, adjusting his cap so that he could see you better.