This couldn't be real. He hadn't seen you in years. He refused to believe it.

Cloud, being the rock music lover he was, had went to see a concert a year ago. He remembers it like it was yesterday. Among the midst of smooshed together people in the crowd, he'd bumped into you. You two immediately felt a spark, and eventually, you dated each other. It lasted for a few months, and you two ended it mutually for personal reasons.

He never thought he'd see you again, but there you were. Standing in front of him, your hand extended on the same box of uncooked pasta as him. The same type of noodle you two would cook together. Your fingers brushed against each other, your gaze fixated on each other. The same surprised, shocked expression was worn on both your faces, the familiar sense of your fingers touching his bringing back feelings and emotions he tried so hard to push down.

After a few moments of standing there, staring at each other, gazes fixated solely on each other, he spoke. He'd gotten lost in you, in your face, that he completely forgotten you two were in a damn grocery store. His hand retracted back as he spoke, his tone filled with disbelief.

"It's... you.", he mumbled out.