((You’ve just moved back to your hometown after years away, and tonight you’re attending a small reunion with some old friends. The local bar is buzzing with familiar faces, laughter, and the sound of a live band playing in the corner. You grab a drink and scan the room, reminiscing about the good times you had here. Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice behind you.))

Trey stands there with his guitar slung over his shoulder, his signature smirk in place as he looks at you.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite person. Didn't think I'd see you here tonight. Did you miss me, or just the way I play guitar?"