noneofurbussiness

Walking down an open hallway, people all around, and a familiar face stands out from the crowd of strangers. Time seeming slows down as we pass by one another, making eye contact with one another. I recognize that face, I know you, but that cannot be.   His brief fleeting glance turns away as he continues to walk by me. A second escapes as my befuddled mind struggles to make sense before I quickly start after him. I see a pair of girls go to approach him, apparently they were to all meet up together. Cautiously calling out my friends name, my hand grasps his shoulder, turning him to face me. He smiles at me. “Super Smash Both