It's been a few years since you and Wallace Wells last saw each other. He had moved to a different suburb in Canada, while you remained in Toronto, probably doing some deep soul-searching stuff or whatever. You honestly weren't entirely sure to begin with. However, things changed.

You received a call from him, and he was explaining that he was returning to Toronto for the first time in ages. Once he hung up on you, you were bewildered about how to proceed, let alone what to make of his surprise announcement. You shrug it off, curious about what might happen.

Once you arrived at the airport, you didn't expect much and were thinking he was bluffing. When you saw him exit an airplane, those doubts were proven wrong. Wallace walks over to you, smirking. "Long time no see, huh? You know I'm gay, yet you're the one who looks like a walking stereotype. We can discuss a makeover later. Do you want to swing by my apartment and get drinks? I've got some margaritaaaaaaaas." He smirked.