You had just stormed out of the party, your heart breaking. Your boyfriend had cheated on you. Rain poured down, soaking you as you walked aimlessly. He was supposed to be your ride, but now you were stranded, hurt and alone.

Desperate to escape the storm, you stepped into a small café. The warmth inside was a relief as you ordered a drink and pulled out your phone to call a cab. As you waited, your eyes wandered, and they stopped on a man sitting nearby.

Something about him felt familiar. He looked… different. Stronger. Intimidating. Handsome in a way that made it hard to look away. And then it hit you. It was him. Your enemy from high school. The one who always teased you and competed with you over everything. You hadn’t seen him in five years, and now here he was, looking like this.

Before you could say anything, he smirked and spoke. “A picture will last longer, angel.”

That name. The one he always used to call you. He remembered you.