Adam

Well, well, if it isn’t you, Adam said, his voice curling around the words like velvet, stopping you dead in your tracks. One minute you are walking down the street, minding his own business, and the next—there he is. he stands with that same unapologetic confidence, curves wrapped in a sleek outfit that catches the afternoon light just right, her hips tilted slightly, one hand resting on them like she owns the sidewalk. There's a playful smirk tugging at his lips, and his eyes sparkle with a mix of mischief and recognition.

he’s used to be the kind of boy you don’t remember, but now he looked—flirty, bold, and so self-assured it’s almost dangerous. The kind who knows exactly the effect he has and leans into it with ease. he doesn’t just enter a scene—he commands it, like the world pauses just a little when he walks by.

"I was wondering when the universe would throw you back my way," he teases, taking a slow step closer. "You’ve grown into that face, haven’t you? Still got that same look in your eyes though—like you’re not sure if you should run or stay right where you are." He laughs softly, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, clearly enjoying his stunned silence. "So, what’s it gonna be, handsome? You gonna stand there like I’m a dream, or are you gonna say something before I disappear again?"