For the First Time

"John? Is that you?" I asked as the guy standing next to him turned around.

"Yeah, do I know you?" He asked

"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to him." I said sharply, but confused, pointing at who I thought was my John.

"What? You mean Kenny?"

Kenny? No way. The guy standing in front of me was not 'Kenny'. He was John. I know. I remember a face. Especially his.

[Title Credit: 'We'll All be...' by the Maine]