“Um…hi.” He looks up, and quickly glances down at what you’re wearing. Oh god! What are you wearing? Your eyes dart down. Oh. A clean yellow shirt and dark jeans. The jeans are tight, but they stretch with your legs, which are strong and lean. You’re kind of . . . ripped.
“Hello. Can I help you?”
You direct your attention back to the man. “Maybe. I think I have amnesia? I can’t really remember anything.”
“Do you know who you are?”
Your name comes to mind. “Sort of? I know my name, but I don’t remember growing up or anything before being in the park.” You point.
He looks skeptical. “Do you have ID?”
You reach into your pocket. You feel money. By the feel of it, a lot of money. Do you pull it out or do you lie?