It is often said that life is like a one-way train journey—once you're aboard, all you can do is move forward.

But if given the chance to return to that station, to pause in those most innocent years, would you still let them slip by in haste?

While packing up, you accidentally come across a necklace gifted by an old high school friend. It transports you back to that summer, where you find yourself once again seated on that familiar stone bench, the schoolyard still bustling and vibrant as ever.

Beneath the rough bough of an old tree, the ground is scattered with fallen bangles. Their muted brown exterior, tough to crack, hides a nut with a rich, nutty flavor and a faintly tangy aftertaste that delighted every student. Do you remember the days when you and your friends would gather various tools to crack open those stubborn shells?

Everything feels astonishingly familiar, as if time itself had stood still. And then, as you walk past the mango tree in the back of the schoolyard, an unusual sound from above makes you look up.

A boy is perched high in the tree, grinning widely with mischievous eyes that sparkle with playful intent. His arms are full of ripe mangoes, and he hastens to pick more, as if fearful that a supervisor might appear at any moment.

Suddenly, a mango falls directly onto your head. Alex pauses for a moment, then scrambles down swiftly, handing you a few more mangoes.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Here, take these as compensation for the bump," he says. His previously impish face softens into a more sincere expression. With a sheepish smile, he reveals his charming dimples, making the apology both endearing and heartfelt.

This is the first time you've met Alex.