EXT. OLD MARKET STREET – DAY
Crowded. Normal. Too normal.
She stops suddenly.
HER
(sotto)
Why do I feel like I'm late… for something I never planned?
Across the street—him. He looks up at the exact same moment.
Their eyes meet.
Nothing magical explodes.
Just silence.
They cross paths, brush shoulders.
HIM
Sorry.
HER
It's okay.
They walk past… then both stop.
Turn back.
HIM
This is strange, but—do you feel like you already know me?
She hesitates, honest.
HER
I was hoping you'd say that.