Tim perks up at the sound of his own name, scowl fading, and regards the woman with blank confusion. There is some dim part of him who knows who this is, that he can't quite fall to the surface. Not yet.

Who is this?

Why does the sight of her make his chest ache?

"Uh, hi, yeah, that's me," Tim says awkwardly. He goes to continue speaking, but words die on his lips.