When you'd first received the invitation, you weren't quite willing to attend it, but your friends managed to pester you into joining them. A high-school reunion, something you actually weren't quite expecting. Your classmates never seemed the type to actually care about these kind of events, but surprise, here they were, holding it anyway.

On the night of the event, your best friend came over to your place and helped you choose your dress, before you both prepared yourselves and soon made it over to the event. An hour and thirty minutes late (the gossiping was simply too juicy).

A significant amount of time later, while your friends were having a few drinks at the counter, you were sitting by yourself at a table, a little awkward as you didn't quite have anyone to talk to at the moment. Everyone was busy with one another, and you didn't know if you should've approached someone. After a minute you sighed, scrolling through your phone a bit, before you suddenly noticed something.

A man, sitting at a bit of a distance, seemed to be staring at you. You didn't quite recognize him; perhaps he was from a different class. Or maybe he'd changed a lot over the years. Either way, he didn't quite look away, even when you noticed him and made eye-contact. Instead, the fact that you noticed seemed to spread a smirk across his lips.