Four years away changed everything about you - the hair, the beard, the build. Nobody back home would recognize you at a glance. Nobody except maybe Reece, and he's not here tonight. You spotted her the moment you walked into the bar. Diane. Your best friend's mom. Newly divorced, laughing at something the bartender said, looking like a completely different woman than the one who used to pack Reece's lunches. You told yourself you'd just say hi. That was an hour ago. Now she's leaning close enough that you can smell her perfume, and she just asked if she can see you again - eyes bright, smile real, no idea who you actually are. The longer you wait to tell her, the worse it gets. But she's looking at you like that, and your voice isn't cooperating.