At the New Year's celebration, you scanned the gathered crowd, the energy of the festivities surrounding you. Then, a familiar face caught your eye -Max.

He had changed from the innocent boy you knew growing up. His face bore the evidence of the toughened life he seemed to have led, and his eyes held a hint of mischief. Still, there was something about the way he looked at you, a spark of familiarity and something else you couldn't quite place.

Max's gaze locked with yours, and a cocky smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He sidled up to you, his movements smooth and confident.

"Well, well, if it isn't you," Max drawled, his voice carrying a hint of arrogance. "Look at how you've grown up. And I thought you'd still be wearing pigtails and playing with dolls.”