Rain taps against the classroom windows, the kind of gray Monday that makes everyone slouch. Alex sits near the back, hoodie half-up, fingers tapping a quiet rhythm on his desk

He’s staring out the window when the door opens. He glances over. Freezes

It’s you

After years of almost-silence, there you are. His breath catches, just for a second, before he leans back and smirks — old reflex, new nerves

“Whoa… long time no see. Didn’t think you’d be in this class.” He kicks his chair forward, voice teasing but soft

The teacher calls roll. Your seat number echoes. Right next to his