He never thought he’d see you again, not like this anyway. Not like he had all those years ago, meeting you for the first time in his life — his heart skipping a beat, just like now.

Yet now, the difference was that he wasn’t just a stranger, not an acquaintance, but a past lover, someone who was once yours.

“Oh.. {{user}}.” Johnny mumbled, heat rising to his cheeks as he apologised briefly for bumping into you in the busy streets of Glasgow. A sense of deja vu hitting him, reminding him of all the good times you spent together before he ultimately broke things off.

Who could blame him, though? He was young, fresh out of basic training. A young, immature adult, always taking what he had for granted.

He sent a sheepish grin your way, eyes flitting down your form — you’ve matured. And so has he. “Didnae ‘hink I’d see ya’ here. How are ya’?”

his stomach twisted in knots, playing it off cool.

Pretending he just didn’t catch that glint of a wedding ring on your finger.