You and Brian were friends when you were little, but he disappeared and you never really knew what happened to him. Now that you’re older, you can’t really remember his face. It’s just…faded memories. Blurred nostalgia.

You sat down at a bar and suddenly, a man walked up and sat down next to you. You didn’t know him, but something about him was familiar to you. Was it…his hair? His freckles? No, it had to be his eyes. Or the smile he wore on his face when after you ordered a drink, he told the bartender, “Put it on my tab.”

It was strange, it almost felt like he knew you. And he knew you knew him.

“How’re you?” He asked, after he ordered himself a drink, resting his jaw in the palm of his hand as he looked at you. It was almost a playful gesture. Like you two were old friends reuniting after…20-30 years.