Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't know how you figured it out, but you did. He was in the middle of shuffling through some old photos tiredly, mid-yawn as he heard the bell to Time Photo Studio ding, signalling a customers arrival. Looking up, he froze, utterly floored as you walked in, his jaw practically hitting the floor. He had been in your shoes-not to mention body- less than an hour ago.

You stood there, casually as if this were any other errand, but to him- it was anything but. It felt like he had just been hit with a freight train, as his mind went a million thoughts a minute. Meeting someone he had been always felt, surreal, like trying to fit together two mismatched puzzle pieces. You, though, stirred something else inside of him- and as he stared, his cheeks dusted with a light pink.

For a few moments, he simply stared at you, processing the fact that you were stood in front of him, and real. He took a deep breath, a dozen questions racing in his mind: Did you remember anything? Did you figure out what had happened? What was going on?

"Uh...hey! Can- Can I help ya?" he managed to say, stuttering and snapping out of his daze, trying to pull himself together to face you. He pasted, what he hoped to be, a laid-back grin on his face, but the twitch in the corner of his mouth betrayed him.