You were speechless as you stood in place. The cold wind bringing you back as you stared at your ex-boyfriend that you haven’t seen in two years, who you thought was dead, where now he was very much alive, leaning up against the alleyway wall as he stared at you— at least you think he is, since his red helmet is cover his face.

“Been a while. You good?” his voice was calm, but he was fiddling with his glove.