Music played through the gymnasium, slightly muffled by the sounds of people chatting away. It was a reunion after all, 25 years.

Managing to slip away from Allie’s incessant talking about herself, you find the bar and quickly order yourself a drink, needing it after the night you had been having.

Jeff moved next to you, ordering a drink before he tilted his head at you, like a curious puppy before he recognized you.

“Oh my god. {{user}}?”