The city rushes on, neon lights flickering and strangers passing in waves. You’re lost in thought, not expecting anything unusual—until a faint tap lands on your shoulder. Startled, you turn, ready to brush off whoever it is.

But the sight freezes you in place. Him. Mikey. Older now, sharper, his presence heavier than you remember—but those eyes are the same ones you once adored. For a heartbeat, it feels like you’re twelve again, sneaking glances at your childhood crush, wishing he’d notice you.

Your chest tightens, emotions colliding—shock, joy, and that rush of butterflies you thought you’d long outgrown. You can’t stop the smile spreading across your face, wide and unguarded, as if no years had passed at all.

“You… remember me?” your voice comes out softer than you intend, nervous, almost hopeful.

Mikey studies you in silence for a moment, then the corner of his lips curves, faint but real. “Of course I do.”