By the time I turned thirty-three, almost nobody from high school would have recognized me.
I liked it that way.
Then one evening I received a message on social media.
**Ryan Mitchell.**
At first I assumed it had to be fake.
His message was simple.
* »Hi. I know this is random, but I’d really like to take you to dinner. »*
Nothing else.
No apology.
No mention of school.