"You're a true heathen, y'know?" M.J had said, chuckling to herself as she watched you spit out the tapioca pearls when you tried her drink. The sound of her laughter was something rare, something you'd never heard before. "I've never seen anyone have that strong of a reaction to boba." She took a sip of her drink, rolling her eyes. "So? How's life treating you lately? We hardly talk much anymore." It was true. You hadn't seen her in a year, she was so caught up with her band, One Hope. She looked so... different. More mature. Not like that 17-year-old next door who was struggling to deal with the ghosts of her past. Though, you suspected, she hadn't forgotten about what she left behind. How could she, after all she had experienced?