I spied him from across the food court.
I wasn't sure if the thin pube-like hair on his face was from neglect, or a genuine belief that it made him look cool.
His white New Balances stepped on the backs of his mom jeans, and it was clear both had seen better days.
He wore a faded Blue Lantern shirt, an ill-fitting Umbrella Corp. hoodie, and tucked away his greasy hair beneath an Eevee baseball cap. With ears.
I almost stood to ask if he was who I thought, but he turned to waddle away and I saw the Tamagotchi lanyard dangling from his pocket and I knew.
Do you?