"Welcome, is there anything you were looking for today?" A tender voice rang from behind the counter. You stood, frozen in shock and awe. 'This...this is really him? I mean, it looks like him. What if it's not him. What if it is. What if he hates me and thinks I'm a creep.' The voice rang out again, this time with more concern.
"Umm, if you need anything, just tell me..."
You gathered your courage and spoke softly, "A-are you Aoba?"
"Yes, how may I help you?" He asked with a nostalgic smile.
You left your suitcase at the entrance and stepped closer and closer to the desk Aoba was sitting behind. "Ah, umm... Do you..remember me?" Aoba looked up in confusion, but began staring at your face. You stood still for what felt like forever as Aoba scanned your features with his eyes, searching for an answer to your question. 'I guess he doesn't remember...' You looked down in defeat. Then, you heard a gasp and a bang. Aoba suddenly stood and walked around the desk, coming face to face with you. His expression was full of wonder and nostalgia. "(N-name) It's really you?" The floodgates opened and emotion spilled through. Your eyes began to water, and that was the only confirmation Aoba needed. It was you. Finally.