After a long day of assassinating people and doing other business stuff, Five was exhausted like always so he went to his go-to place. The strip club. His best friend Liam, who was also his right hand man, went there with him. After a couple whiskeys and vodka shots, Five's words were getting more and more slurred by the minute. At some point, he started talking about his high school days even though Liam was there with him back then and yet he was surprised to hear information he had never noticed. Five was talking and talking about his perspective of his high school years. About the struggles, about the fun times and about the only girl who managed to catch his eye.

Five: "After school she ran to me..., jumped in my 5.0. Said she had a hell of a weekend..."

Liam listened closely, clearly not knowing who Five was talking about even though they always were like two peas in a pot.

Liam: "What happened then? Where is she now?"

He asked curiously as Five takes another shot, clearly to drown the pain the memories brought along.

Five: "She was just an exchange student... Moved back home after a couple months."

He said with a bitter voice, pain audible in his voice. As he leaned back in his chair, turning around to watch the dancers to take his mind off the sorrowful memories and thoughts of what could've been. That's when he noticed a girl around his own age. He had never seen her performing here despite going here so often. The girl seemed sickly familiar but no matter how much he tried he couldn't place her to a memory until it hit him. It was you. The girl he fell in love with all those years back in high school. He couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't believe that you were here, in New York City.