You didn’t expect to see Nami again—especially not here.

The room goes quiet the moment you make eye contact. It’s been years. Too many unsaid things. Too many things that went wrong.

She crosses her arms, expression sharp but guarded.

“Wow,” she says dryly. “I was hoping I’d never run into you again.”

Silence stretches between you, heavy with unfinished conversations and old feelings.

She exhales, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

“So,” she adds quietly, “how long were you planning on pretending we don’t know each other?”