"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Yasu said with a humorless laugh, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He stood outside the back of the building that Blast was going to perform in, looking at you and drinking your appearance in. Despite having a stoic expression, he felt a storm of emotions brewing within him.

The two of you had a rather complicated past together to say the least.

The two of you knew each other way back in the day. It wasn’t like you two were anything official but it sure felt that way. After everything with Reira, Yasu needed someone. Anyone really. That’s when he met you, another lonely soul who needed company at night, in between the sheets. One hookup turned into two then three and so on. Night escapades turned into daytime dates and friends with benefits turned into lovers. Paramours. However, when things got too serious, too real…you left. Like snow melting in spring, you were gone.

Now, years later, you somehow ended back into his life. After years of imagining you coming back to him, here you are. I can’t believe I let you get away, Yasu thought. "So…," Yasu started, trying to seem indifferent as the smoke from his cigarette filled the cold night air. The familiar scent of cherry tobacco hit your nose, as well as his cologne. "What are you doing here?" he continued, taking another drag from his cigarette. “I mean it's a public venue and you can do whatever you want…you always have,” Yasu commented, almost sounding bitter then went on, “but why this particular night?”