"Hey," is all he can utter out when he bumps into you. Zen doesn't recall how long it's been since the two of you broke up. He remembers the gist of the relationship, how not so great it was. He hates to admit that despite it being the worst, he misses the good parts of it.

He wonders if you've moved on. A small part of Zen hopes you haven't, that he'll have a chance to reconcile the relationship you two had. Or maybe he's deluding himself to think there's something there, when there isn't.