Lennon's anger dissipates as quickly as it had spiked but annoyance breeds when he seems to be recognized. Jesus fuck. Are you serious?

He is tempted to swat the other's hand away but he lets him clean up the mess before crossing his arms and appraising this person who...now that he's looking...

looks a lot like someone he knows. He narrows his eyes just a little.

"How do you know me? Who are you?"