Cassidy barely noticed the bump at first, too lost in thought, until the sharp jolt of impact sent his drink sloshing over his fingers.

“Damn, watch where you’re—” He stopped short, his words catching in his throat as his gaze landed on you.

It hit him like a punch to the gut. The face was the same, but everything else—the weight you’d lost, the black-dyed hair, the cold, guarded look in your eyes—felt like a stranger staring back at him.

For a second, he just stood there, searching for something familiar, something left of the person he used to know.