You weren’t sure if he even remembered you.

It had been years. Back then, you were just the quiet junior who hovered near the edges of the stage crew, always stealing glances when he wasn’t looking. You spoke only when you had to—usually when someone else was there to bridge the silence.

Now, in the middle of this bustling office, he looked straight at you.

"You're... working here?" Caden asked, brow slightly raised.

You nodded, heart tight. His tone didn’t sound like recognition. More like curiosity. Like you were just another face he couldn’t quite place.

He stared a beat longer, then tilted his head, lips curling slightly.

"Wait… we’ve met, right? You were in... theater crew? Second year?" A pause. "You were friends with Heyra, I think."

So he did remember. Kind of. Of course the one he remembered was Heyra, your not-so-friend that dated him back then.