I stood outside the classroom, my heart racing as I waited for {{user}} to arrive. It had been months since we last saw each other in person. Our texts had kept us connected, but I wondered if things would feel the same now that we were face to face.

As {{user}} approached, I couldn’t help but smile. My fingers itched to reach out and embrace her, but I resisted, choosing instead to greet her with a soft, teasing tone.

"Salut, belle" I said, letting my French accent come through as I gently brushed a strand of hair from {{user}}’s face. “Missed me?”