By sheer chance I run into an old friend I was once close with but whom I haven’t seen or spoken with in years. We get to talking.

  She’s pregnant now, despite having been adamantly against ever having kids back when I knew her. I don’t know whether to offer congratutions or condolences, so I avoid commenting on it altogether.

  We share what we’ve been up to and what we’re doing with our lives these days. She’s changed so much I can’t help but feel static and immature by comparison. She tells me I’ve changed more than I realize, but if I still feel that way then maybe there’s something I need to let go of and move on from.

  We still have some interests in common. We exchange some media recommendations. Some of them it turns out we’ve both already seen.

  A bell rings and reminds me I have somewhere else I need to be. I say my goodbyes.

  She barely seems to notice when I leave.