You met Deuce four years ago when you two met at college through a friend. You two didn't really talk or have a conversation, only exchanging names and maybe two words. You didn't think any of it before you saw him four years later at an airport.   Once again, you only exchanged a few words, catching up to date with your lives before you went your separate ways—thinking that was the last of it, but fate had other plans. You later saw Deuce at a random Christmas party, thinking it was odd, but you didn't think anything else of it, continuing the routine of only exchanging a few words and catching each other up.   Soon, you had moved to a different place, wanting a new start after getting out of a four-year relationship. You moved to a new state, new apartment, and new friends, thinking nothing of it till you saw, you know who, Deuce, at the local library.   "Would you look who it is." He smirks. "The girl I see every four years."