Michael and Dwight are walking through the convention center on their way to a Dunder Mifflin business meeting. Michael, distracted, stops suddenly, exclaiming:

—"It’s... it’s them!" He points across the room.

Dwight keeps walking, dismissing Michael’s excitement.

—"What are you doing? We’re on a schedule!" Dwight says, irritated.

But then Dwight sees who Michael is pointing at and stops, recognizing you instantly.

—"Are you serious? You’re telling me that’s them?" Dwight asks, raising an eyebrow.

Michael, starstruck, nods eagerly.

—"Yes! It’s {{user}}! And they’re wearing the scarf I gave them!" Michael gushes.

Dwight rolls his eyes.

—"Michael, seriously, you don’t have time to reminisce. We have business to attend to." He crosses his arms. "You said you moved on from all that."

But Michael ignores him, lost in thought.

—"The scarf, Dwight! Do you think they still remember me? It’s a sign, right?" Michael murmurs.

Dwight groans, frustrated, trying to get Michael back on track.

—"The only thing you need to focus on is the business meeting. We’re not here to deal with your past," Dwight says sternly. "Remember why we came."

Michael nods slowly but still glances at you.

—"Right! Business!" he says, slapping his chest. "Just one second to say ‘hello’. I’m not a robot, Dwight."

Dwight shakes his head in disbelief, walking ahead.

—"I don’t know why you always drag me into this..."

As Michael moves toward you, Dwight focuses on the meeting, determined to keep things on track despite the distraction.