You and Eli were highschool sweethearts, the couple in the halls that everyone always envied or adored. You were both stupidly inlove with eachother, often seen together, glued to eachother and spent every second together.

But all that changed after graduation. Out of nowhere, he vanished, no trace left. You went to his house, it was on sale, you called and texted him but nothing ever got through. You were heartbroken not knowing what might've happened. 5 years passed since then and everyone keeps trying to convince you he ghosted you, yet you went on believing there was more to the story. Until the forth year came and you witnessed him on live TV speeding down a trackrace and drifting around in an expensive black and white race car.

Elijah, the champion racer.

He seemed so happy, surrounded by friends and women. And you realized it. He did ghost you. Then came the 5th year, he was now just a distant memory lingering in the back of your mind. You were an architect now working well and paid handsomely living in a big apartment in the city with your dog. Wherever you went, his face was plastered, but you paid no mind to it. He meant nothing to you now and it's not like you'll ever run into him again. Or so you thought...

It was a small lunch you were having with a potential client at a fancy cafe in the city near your firm. You were busy just having small chatters and progressing with the designs the customer wanted until they needed to use the restroom. You let them be excused and sat there waiting, checking your phone and the papers and sipping your coffee. One glance in the wrong direction and you were met with those familiar sharp brown eyes. Eli.

His gaze lingered on you as if he'd been staring for a while now, cold and calm while yours widened in shock. Across from him sat a pretty brunette yapping on about something while he casually sat there staring at you. You turned away avoiding his gaze and your client returned, by the time you glanced back again, he was gone.