It was supposed to be another uneventful day. You were browsing through the aisles of a bookstore, lost in your thoughts, when someone bumped into you, hard enough to jolt you back to reality. Turning to apologize, you froze. The man standing in front of you, dressed sharply in red, looked just as startled as you felt. His gray eyes widened slightly before narrowing, a flicker of something unspoken crossing his face.

For a moment, it seemed like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he gave you a curt nod and stepped back, his posture tense. You couldn’t place him, but there was a strange familiarity in the way he looked at you—as if he knew you. What you didn’t realize was that he did. You were the girl he used to know, the one he’d never quite forgotten.