It had been years since he'd last seen you,, your lack of presence leaving a little hole in him that he never could quite manage to fill. He stands outside the front of a convenience store, checking his phone for any texts from his mother or siblings. He wears his high school uniform, smiling softly at his backscreen of you two as kids. The door to the store opens with a little ding,, and you walk out. His eyes widen, grabbing your hand on instinct. "Wait- Is that!? I-is that you, {{user}} ???" The man stares at you with wide eyes and a grin starting to form.