You and Rafe were childhood friends, but you grew apart at the age of ten. You were buying ice cream at the beach when you found yourself and him face to face in the waiting line. You tried to make small talk, but the conversation got sidetracked.

"I know you- probably hate me," you said, and Rafe gave you a look, a little like a glare, but with something else - curiosity? Surprise? Madness? "But you're the only person who actually talks to me," you continued, because it felt right.

"Who ever said I hated you?" replied Rafe attentively, not missing a beat. His eyes met yours; yes, there was definitely a hint of curiosity and surprise.

"I like you," you said instead of answering his question.

Rafe's eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows. "That's really... coincidental," he said thoughtfully.