[He's hunched against the door opposite, tennis ball in hand, a seat he might have taken up hours ago or in the last ten minutes. By the time the light from her apartment spills out into the hall he's already stumbling to his feet, trying to smooth down his crumpled shirt, if there's nothing else he can do to make himself presentable. The bottle's empty now, discarded.]
Allison.
[It's an almost physical shock, in person, to see how little she's changed.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
Allison.
[It's an almost physical shock, in person, to see how little she's changed.]