“My name is -” she says, and her voice is too loud. “Um, sorry.” She clears her throat. “I’m Mitsuha Miyamizu.” She bows, short and awkward. “It’s nice to meet you.”

But the stranger is looking at her curiously. Mitsuha thinks he must be trying to figure out how he recognizes her; Mitsuha is trying to remember as well. “Your name must’ve slipped my mind, I guess,” he says, taking a step down towards her. “My name is Taki Tachibana.”

Mitsuha’s palm tingles, but the name brings nothing to mind. She thinks she would’ve remembered a man like him, someone who makes her feel like she’s known him all her life upon their first meeting.

“Well, I suppose it’s lucky that I’ve forgotten your name, too,” she says.