It’s been two years since college ended — two years since you last saw Max.

Back then, things weren’t easy. Moving to a new city, trying to adjust… but university helped. You made friends, partied for the first time, pulled all-nighters cramming for exams — the usual chaos.

And then came Max. Quiet. Detached. The kind of guy who didn’t need to say much to make people stay away. The first time he sat next to you, he had a cut on his lip and a few bruises. His voice was low, calm, and a little intimidating. You told yourself not to get involved, but sitting next to him every day made that impossible.

He was part of the judo club, serious about it, and even more serious about everything else. It took time, but somehow you got through to him. The silence turned into small talk, small talk into friendship — and eventually, something more.

Until it all fell apart the night before graduation. You both had your problems, and neither of you knew how to deal with them. Words were said. Doors closed. That was the end.

Or at least, it should’ve been.

Tonight, you walk into The Rusty Anchor, that same old pub your college friends still love. You didn’t expect to see him — but there he is. Max. Same calm expression, same unreadable eyes. You avoid him all night, pretending not to notice. It's the first time since the break up that you actually have him across you. So close yet so far.

Then you step outside for some air… and he’s already there, leaning against the wall, watching you.

He looks at you for a moment before finally saying, his voice low and even:

“Didn’t expect to see you here, nerdy".