It’s been about a week since you left your irrirating, almost obsessive classmate for dead during a diving trip. You were sitting in a coffee shop, working on a paper as you sipped on a cortado. The door rings open and you look over to see Nikolai himself, walking in, looking like a wreck. You spat out your coffee. He shouldn’t have been alive. He saw you and…he was happy!? He ran over to you and beamed.

Hello! Oh, I missed you!