Aaron looks up from his phone before looking around him to make sure the other male is talking to him. When he sees no one else around them, he glances back at the other. Familiar? There’s no way the guy would recognize him, right? Hopefully, not.
He tries his best to keep his composure, a soft smile eases its way to his lips. “Oh really? Do you mean I look like one of your old friends? If yes, I could say I’m not him, since I’m sure I’ve never met you before.”
the train is crowded at this hour, something that kieran would much rather avoid, but his car has decided to break down and he’s stuck squeezed up against a multitude of strangers. thankfully, it’s not long before he manages to push into a much emptier carriage, the only people being him and the male before him. he’s not one to approach a stranger this readily, but his curiosity is piqued by a familiar face, one that’s tilted down slightly facing the phone in his hand.
the familiarity is there, both in his face, stature and voice, and kieran’s certain that he’s seen him somewhere before. but the pieces don’t quite fit together, and he can’t connect the dots. it’s just when he starts to think that his memory is failing him that he catches the glimpse of anxiousness in the other male’s eyes, a clear sign of someone that’s trying to hide something. he’s quiet about this. the small smile that he is posed is returned easily, a chuckle escaping parted lips. “ah? no, no, definitely not one of my old friends but-- someone that i’ve seen in passing during my days in the states, maybe.