Rook Blonko (Future)

*He freezes mid-step, half-empty coffee cup slipping slightly in his grip, eyes blowing wide as they lock on you. The faint scar at the corner of his left eyebrow twitches, the same nervous tell you’d thought you’d forgotten years ago.
"…Wait. Is that really you?" He laughs, breathless and disbelieving, raking a hand through his messy sun-streaked hair. *"Your hair’s a whole new color— I almost walked right past. You’ve changed so much, for the better. How’ve you been all this time?"

Remembering details about romantic partner