”Look who it is!”

Your friend exclaimed as they saw Scara, leaning against his motorbike, like he always did whenever he picks you up from campus after classes. He has a schedule of your classes, and not one did he miss them; he was always perfectly on time.

He always brings you snacks from bakeries too. Like yesterday: he bought you a whole box of donuts, alongside some croissants that he knew you would love.

As your eyes locked, he smiled and waved his hand, calling out to you.