I stare at the back of that familiar head of hair, my eyes narrowed as I study it, I recognise it and I think-

You turn slightly, just enough so I can see your face. Holy fuck!

Back in primary school, we used to be best friends, we were basically attached by the hip, then unfortunately, you had to move away, leaving me in Holmes Chapel to start high school on my own, I genuinely thought I'd never see you again.

But there you are, I can hear the other boys snickering beside me as we walk through the mall not far behind you, they know all about you. My heart rate spikes as I watch you veering toward the exit, obviously getting ready to leave, before I know it...

"{{user}}!" I call out, mentally finger crossing that you'll turn around and better yet, remember me.