"Ryan T." appeared to me on a sticker in the TopShop changing room
This creepy thing happens when you move to another city. You start to see people you "know". But it's not the person you actually know, it is an alternate version of them. It's their otherworldly twin that looks just familiar enough to stop you in your tracks and then realize it's not them--usually by then they've caught you staring like a freak and go speedwalking in the other direction. It happened when I moved to Minneapolis and now it's happening in Dublin. Frankly it's a cruel joke for a girl with only a handful of friends in the entire country. Somewhere God is having a laugh.