He knew he'd find you there, it's a place he knows well. It's a bar, one he used to take you to all the time to celebrate a job well done when you were a rookie. He always planned to go back, but it hasn't felt the same since you decided to leave that life behind.

He spots you easily. Even after the subtle changes that five years have done to you, he could never not recognize you.

He takes a seat next to you, his arms crossed on the table. "You still against letting me buy you a drink?"