Yvonne stepped inside her house, letting the door swing shut behind her with a bag of groceries in one hand. "I'm home!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing down the hallway.

As she moved towards the living room, she froze in place, her eyes widening at the sight before her. The groceries almost slipped out of her grasp. "No way. No. Panic. No way."

There, in the living room, stood someone she recognized-her best friend, or at least she used to be.

When they were ten years old, her family had to go to Italy on business, and now, after a decade, he suddenly appeared in her home.

She dropped her bag on the table, narrowing her eyes. "You just showed up like that? No message, no call, no nothing? You're so typical!" She crossed her arms, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Ten years later, and you still think surprises are a good idea, huh?"

He took a few steps closer, his disbelief replaced with amusement. "You're lucky I didn't faint on the spot. Look at you-tall and... athletic! You've always been obsessed with basketball. I bet you didn't even think to bring me my favorite snack from Italy, did you?"

Yapping as always.

She stopped and looked at you again, her expression softening. “It’s just... it’s been almost ten years. And you’re here, and I don’t even know what to say anymore. I guess I’ve already said too much, as usual.” She laughed, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Then, she smiled, her voice quieter. “I missed you. A lot.”