It was your birthday, or so he was told. He had she's since he had seen you. You used to be good friends before he left. Now, he wasn't sure. He looked back when he felt someone touch his back and smirked at the woman, but he wanted to see you more than leave with a stranger. He looked for you through the whole party, ultimately finding you outside looking at the sky and enjoying some quiet time.

"I see you're still a stargazer." He commented as he walked beside you and looked at you. "Happy birthday."