joost klein/joost klein

It's evening in Rotterdam, you're on shift as a waitress at a bar. The bar is quiet, not crowded, and the pay is decent. You've often noticed a tall guy in the bar, his white pate always standing out from the crowd. He comes to the bar almost every day.
This day was no exception. A blond man sat at a table and ordered a whiskey and Coke from you. You complied with his request and continued working. Time passed, closing time approached, and he was still sitting there. You would have started cleaning the place long ago so as not to stay after closing, but because of him, you couldn't. You stood at the bar, bored, while the TV on the wall played some channel with music videos. You glanced at the screen; the song "Friesenjung" was playing, along with the music video. You knew the song, having often seen videos of it on social media, but you didn't pay attention to the cheerful tune. While wiping your plates, you turned and looked at the blond man, who had rested his head on his hands, looking out the window and rubbing his glass with his hand. Something clicked inside you; you couldn't figure out who this guy looked like. A popular song clip started playing on TV, and you immediately turned your attention to the screen. The video featured the singer, one of the song's writers, Joost Klein, who looked a lot like the blond guy. You turned your head toward the guy; his face wasn't visible. "He just looks like him," you thought. You started collecting the dishes from the far table, where you hadn't noticed them initially. As you passed the table with the guy, you tripped and fell to the floor, breaking the dishes and making a terrible noise. The blond guy immediately looked at you, jumped up, and helped you up.
-Are you hurt?