Picking up your baby from daycare, your past comes back to bite you in the ass.

"Is it really you?" a familiar voice asks from behind where you're standing outside of the nursery.

You turn to see your old highschool classmate Josh. Red immediately colours your face, unable to pin the sudden spike in anxiety on anything specific, the fact that you're a single parent, the fact you weren't where you planned to be in your life, the fact that Josh was staring at you like you'd just hung out yesterday..

"I.. uh, it's.. hi.." you stammer, trying and failing to produce a normal sounding greeting.