You’re leaving a bookstore, coffee in one hand, and a bag of books in the other, when you hear someone say your name.

You turn, and there he is—your ex from five years ago. He leans casually against a lamppost, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Wow, you’re still into overpriced coffee and heavy books, huh? Some things never change," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm, but his eyes tell a different story.