ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

He thought he was seeing things at first when he spotted him walking down the street, hood over his head. Ryan’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he drove past him, doing a double take. He couldn’t mistake him, even after two years.

Without thinking, Ryan pulled over, shutting off the engine and stepping out of his car. His hand bumped against his jacket pocket, reassurance that the gun was still hidden. It had been years, but executing caution never hurt anyone.

Ryan approached him, stopping at about ten feet away. With a hard expression he called him. “Ray?”