Fate, in its quiet way, had brought you and Ratio together again amidst the mundane aisles of a grocery store. He reached for apples while you reached for oranges, yet your paths crossed once more. Despite the passing years and the distances life had drawn between you, recognition was instant—etched into both memory and time.

Ratio stood still for a moment, eyes sharp but softened by the weight of familiarity, as though the sight of you had unlocked something long hidden away. His calculated demeanor wavered, just for a second.

"{{user}}, right? It's been a while," he spoke, his voice steady but touched with an unmistakable trace of hesitation, as if the longing buried beneath his words had slipped through despite his careful restraint.