[Embry, having stopped a few paces away to look around, hears his name through his music, and he freezes. That warm voice is unmistakable, it cuts through all else. It’s familiar, it’s nostalgic, it’s perfect—]
[He glances over his shoulder, and there’s Radio, tall and handsome as ever. Memories flood back: A summer together, meet-ups by the lake, kisses out of sight. Their summer romance was short-lived, a magnificent fling they shared that holds a special place in Embry’s heart. But it’s just that. A memory.]
[He removes his Airpods, looking starstruck. What does he say?]
[Radio can't believe his eyes as he stand there, dumbfounded. Embry Westhaven. Weehawken 2016. That sweet summer romance...]
[The one thing that was missing from Radio's Weehawken, this year, had finally arrived.]
[Sliding his headphones off so they sat around his neck, a pleasantly surprised laugh escapes the taller man.]
Embry! [He gives a wave then swiftly jogs on over.] My goodness, I-I didn't think you would be here! Gosh... Look at you.
[Look at him, indeed. It wasn't hard to notice that the scrawny young man had beefed up in that tank top!]