Adam opened the door of a small Manhattan coffee shop and looked around for you. When Jason called him a few days ago and asked him to help you, he didn't have to choose between yes and no. Adam simply took your number and texted you the location of the coffee shop.

He looked around a few times trying to find you. The difference between the memory - of you sixteen years old when he'd last seen you and the Facebook picture you'd updated a year ago (oh, Gods) was stark.

Adam moved closer to the table where you were sitting, tearing your napkin into a thousand little pieces.

"God, it's been ages," Adam said and opened his huge arms to hug you. "Come here, short stuff, I'll give you a hug!"