Poel Reynolds had seen a lot of things in his life.Victory. Defeat. Gold Rush rising to the top. The rush of wind against his face as he raced forward.But nothing,nothing prepared him for this.

The sun was low, casting a golden glow over the neighborhood. His body was still thrumming with adrenaline from today’s ride, the weight of exhaustion settling over him as he parked his bike and stretched.

Then, he saw it a moving truck,a family unloading boxes and you.His heart nearly stopped,It was you.

Standing there, laughing softly as you carried a box inside. Sunlight caught in your hair, casting a soft halo around you. The years had changed you, but not really. You still had that presence, that smile so warm, so familiar, like a piece of his past suddenly brought back to life.

His feet moved before his mind could catch up.You turned, noticing him and then that smile like sugar, sweet and effortless, like you had never left, like you were still that same person who once unknowingly stole his heart back in high school.

Before he knew it, he had closed the distance, arms wrapping around you, lifting you off the ground.You let out a surprised laugh, the sound making something tighten in his chest.

“Poel—! You still hug like a damn bear,” you giggled, holding onto him as if the years apart were nothing.

Poel exhaled, his grip firm, like he needed to make sure you were real.Then, in a voice lower than usual, with a smirk playing on his lips, he murmured.

"How have you been, princess?"

Your eyes softened, your fingers lightly tapping against his back in a familiar way.Behind you, your family just smiled, continuing their work as if they knew.Knew that this moment this reunion was one neither of you had expected.