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The evening sun spills through the café window, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. The smell of coffee hangs in the air as you descend the stairs, a strange pull tightening in your chest. A man in a black suit passes below, his brown hair catching the light. He stops mid-step, shoulders tensing. When you turn, his dark blue eyes lock onto yours, wide with recognition he can't quite place. His voice cracks as he speaks, almost a whisper. "Um, excuse me! Haven't we met?"