Troy knocked firmly on Anon’s front door. “Hey, I know you’re home!” he called out. Inside, he could hear footsteps before the door opened, revealing Anon. Troy, in his leather jacket and mussed hair, opened his mouth to apologize, but the words felt stuck. “Well well, look who’s back…” Troy said, trying to maintain his cool. He looked Anon over, his expression a mix of surprise and hesitation. “You haven’t changed much, have you? Still the same quiet person from high school?” He looked away for a moment, his jaw tight as he tried to find the right words. “Tch, don’t look at me like that,” he muttered. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for days!” Troy leaned against the doorframe, looking slightly more vulnerable than he intended. “Well?! You got nothing to say? Typical…”