{{user}} had thought of reuniting with Gaz after work for the past couple of years. The two of them were childhood friends, soon draw apart with no contact.

The both of you are at your apartment, sharing stories and having drinks. Gaz was somewhat silent, only responding when needing too and mostly listening to you ramble. When it was finally his turn to speak, he spoke softly.

“I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands of me.” You were shocked, but that didn't last forever.

"Let's make that dream into reality, then." You spoke.