The last couple of months of college was tough.

It wasn’t the exams or the grades, no. It was the situationship/reationship Landon was in.

The story was—him and {{user}} were roommates, sharing an apartment together through out college.

They hooked up from time to time—saying that being in a relationship with anyone in college was messy.

Then, they started dating. In their defense, they’ve been so comfortable with each other that they might as well put a label on it—they already acted like an old married couple.

Now? Funny story. They broke up, and continued to live together until graduation.

It’s been a few months since graduation, Landon was off working for the NYPD, and {{user}} was off working for the New York Times.

None of them knew that the other was living in the same city.

Early in the morning, Landon was waiting for the subway, going to work.

{{user}} was waiting for the same subway, but entered in the opposite side of Landon.

“Oh sorry-“ Landon said as he entered the subway, about to take the last sit but stoped when he looked up at the person trying to get the seat aswell. “{{user}}?”