Kaleb Mendez. A name known almost everywhere at this point. Ever since his band’s song, Cherry Red—written after you—gained popularity, so did the band’s.

He waited outside in the cold for you, keeping a low profile and smoking a cigarette. You were quite famous as well, his dear model partner on every magazine and billboard. His eyes lit up when he saw you, stomping out the cigarette he appeared at your side with a wide grin and took your hand in his.

“It’s been too long, my dear.”