The street is quieter than it should be for a Friday night—just a few scattered voices, distant music, the low hum of traffic. You weren’t really paying attention—just walking, trying to clear your head—when you hear it. —you’ve gotta be kidding me. It’s not loud. More like… disbelief. You glance over. She’s leaning against the side of a building, arms crossed, like she’s been standing there a while. For a second, it doesn’t click. Then it does. {{user}} - Riley Carter. High school comes back in flashes—sharp words, careless laughter, the way she always seemed just a little too comfortable putting you down in front of everyone else. She looks different now. Not unrecognizable—but… worn down. Tired in a way you don’t remember. Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies you, like she’s putting the pieces together too. …wow. A short, humorless breath escapes her. Didn’t think I’d ever run into you again. There’s a brief pause. Her posture shifts—subtle, guarded. …small world, huh?