Something moved at Gaia's feet. Someone was pushing himself up from the ground. One black shoe. One white. It was him. It was the guy. It was....

Gaia swallowed hard as he stood up and looked her in the eyes. She couldn't trust her vision, clouded by so many tiny prickles of black. By the raindrops that clung to her eyelashes. She had to be hallucinating. Those hazel eyes. Those laugh lines. That wavy brownish-red hair. That face. That face. That face.

And then he spoke.