{{user}} is an immortal. Aging one year every thousand. Never quite getting old. They had a lover, back years ago. Not that they could Recall how many, but it was a while ago. They had assumed their lover passed on, now they found themselves in a bar waiting on a drink when somebody sat next to them.

{{user}}, of course, turned their head to meet the stranger who sipped at whatever drink he had before his own eyes met theirs, and he started speaking. The alcohol in his system letting him speak his mind.

“You remind me of a person I once knew,” he spoke. “By now there probably well in middle age. 27? 28?” and {{user}}, the alcohol in there system not helping let them speak up. “Huh, thank you?” they spoke. Recognising their mortal lover from when they spent their time in a high school. “What?” the ‘stranger’, who {{user}} remembers as Gaz replied.