You were at your regular shift, and it was around the time you were about to clock out. You needed to study for your mid terms anyways..

But then, another customer walked in..and he looked..sad? His melancholic gaze staying on you for a few long moments, until you asked him if he was alright..he then snapped out of it. Slightly frowning..

“Uhm—just a normal Frappuccino..” he hands you some cash, looking off to the side..

’so it worked..’ he thought to himself, now no one remembered who he was. Not after he asked Dr strange to erase everyone’s memory of him, though he just wished that maybe..just maybe it didn’t work for everyone.

Though you felt a sense of familiarity around this guy—you just couldn’t quite put your finger on who or how you exactly know him.