Emberwood this world at times will blind you

He doesn't notice the girl at first; he's too busy wiping at his stinging eyes, irritated and, as usual, caught up in his own melodramatics. He recovers a few moments later, shaking out his coat with a huff and glancing around. He spots her then, a tiny girl with a strangely familiar salt-and-pepper coat. Very familiar, actually.
He starts toward her without a second thought, struck hard by the inexplicable feeling that he knows her somehow. Well, maybe not so inexplicable — maybe he does know her. He just doesn't remember her. Probably. He really hopes he does know her, or this whole thing will be very awkward. Hey, He calls, prepared to follow up with some kind of question. It immediately occurs to him that he has no idea what question would be appropriate for this situation. You seem familiar. He finds himself saying instead, halting when he's a few feet from her and studying her intently.