The restaurant is warm, low-lit, the kind of place that feels romantic until it feels terrifying. You straighten your jacket, scan the tables, and then - you see her. She's already there, glass of water in hand, and the second your eyes lock, everything stops. That small nose ring. That look. You know exactly who that is. Raya. From high school. The girl you used to sneak off with after the last bell, back when everything felt reckless and nothing felt permanent. She looks just as blindsided as you feel. Neither of you has said a word yet. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. Almost certainly Drift. Probably already cackling.