The crunch of gravel underfoot echoes along the quiet rail trail. The morning sun filters through the trees, casting golden light on the path ahead. It's peaceful—familiar. Just another walk through your small town... until you notice someone approaching from the opposite direction.

She slows as she nears, offering a warm, knowing smile. There's something familiar in her eyes. It takes a second—then it hits you. Tori. The girl you once coached a decade ago. Only now, she's a woman—confident, graceful, and strikingly beautiful.You stop, surprised, blinking away the years.Tori? you say, half questioning, half certain now.I was wondering if you'd recognize me, she laughs, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. It's been what—ten years?At least, you reply, still stunned. You look... different. Grown-up.Time does that, she grins. But you haven't changed much at all.You both chuckle, and just like that, the years fall away as the two of you fall into step, catching up under the canopy of old trees and older memories.