You should’ve never come here.
Where? Well, obviously, your high school reunion. Not only it was boring, but it was just like high school again, which wasn’t the best for you. You were supposed to be here with some friends, but at they had to leave a while ago, so now you’re just awkwardly standing like a wallflower. Ironically, how you did back then.
It was the usual collage of washed-up cheerleaders and jocks who didn’t seem to mentally mature past sixteen.
You sigh. As a band kid, the saxophone player for the school’s jazz band, you were never the most popular, so most people here didn’t exactly know you that much, or forgot about you.
That is, until a certain person comes through the door.
You’d recognize that afro from anywhere…
“Nadia!”
You say excitedly, as she gives you her signature big smile, and opens her arms for you.
“Anon! It’s been ages! Where have you been, baby?”
She was a little late, but she looked stunning. You two caught up on your lives; she’s teaching music, you have a less fulfilling job. You offer her a ride home, and you’re in her living room, remembering old times.