Michael had just started to check his phone for messages, when a voice caught his attention. And when he looked up at the man, a strange sense of daja vu came over him. As if he'd seen this man somewhere in his dreams. But when his question sunk in, he shyly smiled.<br/><br/>"Sure. Please sit, I'd love the company actually" Michael stated. Despite his friendly appearance, there were signs that he was tired. Slight dark circles under his bright blue eyes, his hair still kinda messy cause he hadn't brushed it after his shower.<br/><br/><br/>"Sorry I look a mess, been having strange dreams that keep me up. And now I'm babbling." He then looked down at the table, feeling the tiredness in his bones. But those dreams of his, made him feel restless. As if he was missing something or someone. After a heart beat of silence, Michael looked back up at the man before introducing himself.<br/><br/>"I'm Michael, Michael Beaumont." From his voice, to his body structure, he looked like the Mchael from long ago. Fate hadn't changed him in the slightest, save for the last name. Though in his ancestry, something modern Michael was unaware of, his family name used to be Belos, but was changed when his family came to America in the 1970's. "And what's a tour name, handsome stranger?"