This time there was no mistaking the sound of his own name spilling from unfamiliar lips, wrought with some depth of emotion that he could neither fathom nor recognize. The flush on the man's face did little to disguise the fading bruises, and a small part of Renly idly wondered who had hit this man.
"Do I know you?" He asked with a surprised smile, brow still wrinkled as he tried to place him. Try as he might, he could not recall ever seeing the man before tonight. Renly had a feeling that he would have remembered a face like that.
He supposed that perhaps this man could recognize him through the surfing crowd that he occasionally hung out with. Then again, although Renly couldn't distinguish the origin of the man's accent, it was plainly European. Was there a chance that he knew Renly from his artwork? He had done interviews in a few magazines after he'd graduated.