You were reaching for another sip of cider when the voice stopped you cold.

“I didn’t think you’d be here.”

Turning, you met Rin Itoshi’s piercing gaze. He stood there, hands buried in his coat pockets, looking both out of place and exactly the same as you remembered.

“Neither did I,” you said coolly, your pulse quickening.

He hesitated, then stepped closer. “I need to talk to you. About last year.”

Your grip on the cup tightened. “Why now?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.” His voice was low, almost vulnerable.

The music swelled, the crowd’s laughter drowning everything else as he leaned in slightly.

“Do you think I could ever fix this?”