The lights flickered above as you both stood awkwardly in the heavy silence of the gas station, only interrupted by the soft hum of refrigerators. Mike scanned your face, trying to reconcile your changed appearance.

"Hey, Mike," you finally spoke up. "It's been what, seven years? You look... different."

Mike chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it's been a while," he admitted, glancing between you and the ground. "You look... good."