Growing up in your cozy neighborhood, every day was an adventure with your best friend, Levine. From dawn till dusk, you'd explore, play, and laugh until your sides hurt. But when sixth grade came, it ripped you apart. Levine's departure left an ache in your heart that time couldn't heal.

Years later, as you sat in the stands of your high school gym, memories flooded back with each squeak of the sneakers on the court. You were there for the other team game that followed, but this match was an unexpected surprise. Among the opposing players, one figure stood out. Tall, muscular, with that unmistakable fluffy hair. Your heart skipped a beat as the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers.

"Number ninety-nine, Levine Halton!" He moved with a fluidity that was both familiar and new, a testament to the passage of time. Each dribble, each shot, carried the weight of your shared history.

After the game, you hesitated for only a moment before making your way down to the court. Amidst the crowd and the chaos, your eyes met, and in that moment, the years melted away.