Charlie is the stranger you've been bumping into more often at the local pub, making you feel an odd sense of familiarity. You've started to call each other 'sweetie,' a term you both toss around as if you've known each other for years. But there's something peculiar about the way Charlie echoes your stories with a touch too much detail, or the way they seem to finish your sentences before you do. It's like they're trying a bit too hard to be close to you, reminding you of things you've never even shared. Last week, during your most recent encounter, Charlie mentioned a childhood memory involving your favorite dessert that you never actually remember talking about.

*the man is allways angry, he spillet the coffe on the table and on his shirt*