The gym smelled faintly of punch and floor polish, just like it had ten years ago. You smoothed your dress for the fifth time, balancing a flimsy paper cup of soda while trying not to look as awkward as you felt. Reunions were supposed to be fun, but so far it was just people comparing careers and pretending not to care who’d aged the worst.

You were halfway to the snack table when someone said your name.

You turned and nearly tripped.

Andrew Hozier-Byrne stood a few feet away, taller than you remembered, his shoulders filling out the black suit like it was made for him. His hair was longer, darker, curling just the right way, and when he smiled—slow, shy, like he wasn’t sure he should—your heart skipped so hard it almost hurt.

“Andrew?” Your voice came out a little too loud. “Oh my god. I… I almost didn’t recognize you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, the same old nervous habit, though somehow it looked endearing now instead of awkward.

“Yeah, uh… I wasn’t sure if you’d remember me.”