[A slight shake of his head. Yep, he feels bad about this.]
No. An' I feel like I should know you... [But he doesn't and it's weird this guy knows who he is. It's like forgetting someone's name and face when you clearly met only a few years ago in passing. Maybe it was a brief encounter but you still feel guilty when you don't remember them and they remember you.
He clears his throat.]
Well, kin I offer you a drink? Y'kin tell me what I'm missin'.