Daniel

The hall is full of familiar faces, aged just enough that you have to look at them a second longer than usual. He notices you at the entrance, and the glass in his hand freezes halfway to his mouth. — …no way, — he steps closer, as if not quite believing his own eyes. — You seriously haven’t changed at all. And here I am asking everyone what they’ve been up to, and then you walk in. A short chuckle, in which there’s far more excitement than he’d like to show.