Will stood near the dimly lit merch table, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as a small group of fans took turns approaching him. The venue smelled like old wood, faint beer, and anticipation. He adjusted his glasses, scanning the line when—

He spots someone. A flicker of recognition. A weird, nagging déjà vu. His brows furrow.

"Wait—do I know you?"

His head tilts slightly, examining the person with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

"You look really… familiar."

"Huh."

Will squints, rubbing his chin as if trying to summon a lost memory.

"That’s weird. Like, really weird. Maybe in another life? Maybe you were my dentist? Or a ghost that haunts my subconscious?"

He leans in just a bit, narrowing his eyes like he’s trying to see through them. Then—sudden realization, or at least, acceptance of confusion.