Over a shared bottle of Yellow Tail shiraz we reminisce about our youth, when we knew each other, recall all the things we’ve done in our ten years apart, brag of how happy we are now. I wonder if he sees me for the girl I was those years ago. I know I see him as the same boy, leaning on the wall outside the Science Lab, the sun hitting his honey-coloured hair, lines carved on his upper arm from all the Judo. He tells me he fights still. Of course, he says in that same blasé