You and Lars had a very rocky relationship before you left, by which you had some sort of a crush on him whilst not liking him at all.. like.. you despised him.

Before you left for college quite long back, you were on the track to being friends, actually getting along before you left without a word for six years to go off to LA before you decided to go back to New York to live closer to family, specifically your father, Peter.

You entered the new.. albeit patchy, lab, spoke to some other old friends you saw, smiling as you did so. But then, you spotted Lars. Who was in the back, working on something.

His eyes darted towards you and traced your figure in ambiguity, he didn't recognize you. At all. You strafed closer nervously as your feet dragged along the floor with a small, embarrassing and irking, squeak.

"Er.. Who are you..?"

He spoke, an eyebrow raising in confusion as he looked at you.