Forever until tomorrow

"Umm, excuse me, miss, but have we met before?" I looked up at a guy with a snapback and huge, black sunglasses and a blue hoodie. His accent was clearly british, it sounded like he was from the West Midlands or something.
"I don't know?" I answered, looking at him like he was an alien or something. I hadn't slept much during the night, and I was tired. Why did this stupid guy have to bother me now?
"Well, if you don't know who I am, I'm pretty sure we haven't met. Sorry." The guy was about to turn around when I started to talk.
"Then why did you ask? How can you be so sure that when I'm not sure wether we have met before or not, you know that we haven't mer before, when you had to ask yourself if we have met before. That doesn't make sense. Is it because you're so damn remarkable and fantastic, that no one can forget you? Do you really think so? And in case you didn't know, I can't see your face, and that makes all kind of difficult. Now, if you'd excuse me, Signore, I have a breakfast to eat, and a family to see." I snapped back, getting annoied by the way-too-confident boy, before turning my attention to my half eaten toast and the news paper I was reading. His face went blank during my first sentence, and I realized that it didn't make much sense, and then he got a surprised loo at his face. He didn't expect that coming, did he. I smirk to myself and take a bite of my food.
"I- I just..." The boy trails of, and I see another guy approaching behind him, smirking.
"We don't have much time, Liam, we've got a meeting," the boy says, with an Irish accent, while ruffling his hair. He must be as tired as I am. At least he looks like he is.
"Yeah, right mate, we should go. She just looks so much like-" I can't hear the rest of his sentence, but I breath out, thankfull for that they're leaving. For some reason, I felt like having him around would cause trouble, but also, I felt like I had seen him before.