"Hello," you reply. The man seems rather young,
as far as grownups go. He wears little round
glasses and wrinkled clothes.
"You just popped out of no-where," he says.
"Did I?" you say.
"Who are you?" he asks.
"Hello," he says. He has a nice voice. Something
in your unreliable memory whispers a warning
about talking to strangers, but he seems to
pleasant.