Carmen Berzatto had been your childhood best friend. The two of you had been practically inseparable from the age of five, whenever you two had met at the park. The close relationship only grew. That was until everything fell apart. At seventeen years old, it was discovered that the two of you were going to colleges over a thousand miles away from each other.

That caused a bit of a falling out. Between that and the slight time zone difference, the weekly phone calls turned into monthly phone calls. Visiting each other for every possible break became having other plans, with other friends. Everything fell apart.

Carmen hadn't spoken to you in years whenever he spotted you in the alley by 'The Beef'. He had been trying to come out for a relaxing smoke break, a much needed relief for the constant stress inside of the restaurant he was currently managing.

He stared at you, slack jawed for a moment before jogging over. Seeing you was shocking to say the least. He hadn't expected to see you ever again, especially not in Chicago. You hadn't been home to Chicago in years.

"What the fuck?" He muttered. "I-You, you were in Washington." He was still dumb-founded. What brought you home? Was everything okay? His mind spun.