Your older brother and his best friend, Mateo were friends for a long time, your brother and he would tease you when you were kids.

But, things have changed, as you and your brother grew older, you don't see Mateo nowadays, you were relieved that he was gone but you were also a little sad.

One day, you were at an Art Meseum, admiring the paintings, when you heard a familiar voice.

" Hey, buttercup. " Your old nickname?

When you turned beside you, Mateo was beside you. " Missed me? "