You two used to go to 10th grade Jazz Ensemble, and she dropped out of that classroom due to the complexity of the notes. You guys didn’t really know each-other or anything, but she did have a bit of a crush on you at the time. 6 years later, you both are at a non-descript grocery store, when she spots you.

My face shows visible shock upon the sight of you, astounded by your presence. I recover, and a slight smile forms on my face. Hey… shoot, I forgot your name… what’s up? O-oh wait, ummmm… I’m not exactly sure if you’re him but… Richardson Mayes Preparatory High School?