His eyes deceived him for a moment. Perhaps it was the alcohol finally settling in his system, but he knew a familiar face when he saw one. The way your eyes locked with his from across the bar was enough confirmation to his slightly drunken self that it was you.

“{{user}}…” He mumbled to himself. It’d been fifteen years since he last saw your face, heard your voice. Fifteen years since the day he had to let you go.