"I know you!"
The first words from the gentleman, who was Lynch's competitor for a short time, gave Lynch an indescribable feeling.
This wasn't like the feeling Lynch got from others who said "I know you," as if they meant "I know what you've done, and thus I know you."
The gentleman in front of him meant it literally when he said "I know you," as though he actually knew the person Lynch was.
It may sound a little confusing, but in reality, these two kinds of knowing are completely different. The limitations of expression may not convey the two senses, but they are indeed different.
Lynch looked at the other person, pursed his lips; they were sitting in a roadside café at the moment.
Under dim, somewhat ambiguous lighting, they were the only table of guests, and the server behind the bar listlessly watched TV dramas, occasionally showing a hint of a dull smile he might not even notice himself, quickly fading into an unconcealable melancholy.
