The cafeteria is louder than usual today. Your phone has been buzzing since second period - someone dug up the eighth grade digital yearbook and there you are, thirteen years old, laughing next to Rowan like you two were the only people in the room. Now everyone wants to know the story. Now Rowan won't stop looking at you from across the lunch room with that expression you remember and have spent years pretending you don't. You pulled away back then. He chased something else - popularity, attention, a version of himself you barely recognize. But the photo is proof of who he was before all of it, and he's crossing the cafeteria right now like he's been waiting for this exact moment for four years.