He hasn't seen her in ten years, and now he's staring at her from across the room, and she looks as beautiful as ever, and he's trying to fight the urge to go talk to her because he's afraid of what might happen if he does.
But she looks up at him, their eyes meet, and he knows he couldn't escape her now if he wanted to.
She walks over to him. "Hey."
"Jade!" He acts surprised to see her, even though they'd made eye contact just five seconds prior. "You look... wow. You look great."
She smirks. "Can't say the same for you. Ten years and you still haven't cut that mane of yours, huh?"
He chuckles. "It's not that long. You know, I really didn't expect to see you at this thing."
"Yeah, well, I had nothing better to do." She makes it sound so nonchalant, like sure, she just flew across the country for a high school reunion because she "had nothing better to do." "Anyway, I hear you got married. My belated congratulations."
"Yeah." He runs a hand through his hair. "She's not here with me. She's sick."
"Sucks. What's she like?"
"She's pretty great." In all honesty, things with him and Lindsey hadn't been going so well lately. They fought more than they used to. And Lindsey had started pulling out her hair again.
"Cool." Jade nodded. "Well, I'll see you around."
And he did see her again, later that night in the backseat of his car, steaming up the windows, just like in high school.
It's exactly what he was afraid of.