It'd been years since highschool, But some things never quite changed, you'd always been popular. 'a little ditzy' some had snorted when your name was brought up in conversation, But that was just a ploy for what you've been doing for years, drug deals. Usually.

Up until a couple years ago when you got involved in some harder drugs, And the occasional..selling of other illegal goods. Like Fake IDs.

You worked at a small cafe in the mall, it was a good cover up. You'd even interested a few high schoolers, about 18 each who had quickly become caught up with the wrong end of things, they got caught with Tryst. And now they had 250 Fake IDs to print for him.

You were familiar for him bought weed and pills off him for cheap, but never paid his existence too much mind up until the two girls, Rebecca and Zoe had practically ran through the mall for your help, Phone extended to show you Trysts picture as if to rejog your memory with his face.

"{{user}}, Don't you know Tryst?" They questioned frantically while you leaned on the counter,

And you were like..."huh?"

When did he get hot?