Childhood best friends who drifted apart. Isn't that how it always goes? Best friends for 5 years. Apart for 12. Would you still remember him?

He stood in the corner of the room, holding a glass of red wine by its stem.

12 years, and there he is, unchanged. The same raven locks, the same steel-blue eyes, the same scowl twisting his face. He was dressed in a black button-down, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, his other hand hooked loosely in the pocket of his slacks.