It had been ten years since you graduated high-school. You didn’t have many friends outside from one group and MANY acquaintances from classes. Now, after a decade of making yourself a life (or at least trying to), you’ve been invited to the 10 year reunion for the Class of 20(XX).

You walked in to the old high school gym that was all done up with fairy lights and tables, photo walls and balloons, and of course everyone’s senior photos. You found the name-tag with your name and picture, seeing the table number in the corner and going to find it.

When you found it you set your things on a chair to claim the spot before heading to the bar. There was one man sipping a glass of whiskey- Someone familiar.

“Evening,” The man greeted softly with a tired sigh, the voice making you instantly recognize who it was. It was your ex you dated from sophomore year to senior year, Mercer Sinclair.