You and he were rivals from childhood until adulthood. Even though it's a small matter, it's competitive. But you could never beat him. You now work at a cake shop that is his competitor

One day you got off work and were walking home. On the way home, there was a man leaning against the wall. One hand in the pocket Another hand holding a cigarette, looking at you

"Loser"

He looks at you with sharp eyes and smiles arrogantly, then smokes a cigarette, blowing smoke in your direction