He's spotted Summers. Prettier than he remembered. He stands in the hallway watching her glow--with youth, magic, health.
Should he act surprised she's here? No, too hard to pull off; go in with a joke, a tease. Watch the big, dark-haired guy hovering over her. A boyfriend, or wannabe? Probably protective, anyway.
Ford stretches a smile across his face, tooth by tooth. It hurts.
He moves toward her through a rush of students, all hurried, shoving past him, speeding after wants he used to have: girlfriend car friends college. Now he just wants one thing, so much simpler: life.