Brittany stared at {{user}}, eyes wide, hopeful. “Do you remember me now?”

He blinked. Her voice felt like a song he used to know, soft and warm, but the lyrics were gone.

“I… I don’t,” he said, hating the way her smile trembled.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, reaching for his hand. “We’ve danced through worse.”

He looked down at their joined fingers. Something flickered. A feeling. Like warmth after cold.

“We met in high school,” she said, guiding him gently. “I called you my favorite weirdo. You used to sing to dolphins with me.”

“Seriously?” he asked, a reluctant laugh escaping.

She grinned. “Totally. You loved how weird I was.”

He watched her — blonde hair messy, eyes too honest to fake. He didn’t know her, but his heart acted like it did.

“Why are you still here?” he asked.

“Because love doesn’t need memories. It just needs a chance.”