You’re moving to the university where your brother studies. Today, Ace promised to help you. You wait outside your house with your luggage, scanning the street for his car.

Instead, a black SUV pulls up. The window slides down, and Ace leans out.

“Sorry it took me so long. I had to pick up Kaizer,” he says, parking.

Your eyes flick to the passenger seat. Kaizer. Ace’s best friend. It’s been a while since you last saw him, and the change is startling. He looks older now—sharper, more composed.

Ace gets out to load your luggage. Kaizer follows, stepping around the car until he’s standing in front of you.

“Did you wait long?” he asks, reaching for the bag in your hand.