>"Anon!?" Huh? My name is called from a voice I do not recognize one bit.
>I whip my head up from shopping and see another human, larger guy, built like a brick shithouse. I ponder hard as he walks up to me. Almost instinctively I place an arm around Amber.
>"Dude I haven't seen you since highschool." I get a better look at the guy, now. Tall and wide, the personification of a linebacker if I've ever seen one. Swept back brown hair pulled into a ponytail, deep five-o-clock shadow. Shit, I know him.
>"It's Gary! You know from RBH?" All too well. I square up and focus. Very poor memories come flooding back. Not entirely unrelated to the guy.
>"Heya, Gary. What're you doing in Volcaldera?" I do my best to stay civil. It's a long closed wound but the scar still lives on.
>He shrugs, "Work. I got shipped out here to replace a guy that quit recently. Cabbie, believe it or not." I struggle to see the guy fitting into a yellow cab. He shrugs, moving the conversation to me.
>"It's been forever, man. No one had any clue what happened to you after the uh... you know." I fold my arms. He scratches the back of his neck as he redirects.
>"Anyway you seem to be doing well, huh?" He puts on a bit of a knowing tone as he gestures at Amber, who's pressing a bit into my arm in shyness around strangers.
>"Yeah, suppose I am....Anyway it was good seeing you Gary. I've got to-"
>He cuts me off, a bit serious.
>"Look, man I get you probably don't want to see me but I do actually want to say I'm sorry."
>I relax a bit as he looks troubled, taking a second to find the words.
>"It was a shitty thing that happened, man. Pardon my French." He looks at Amber as he tries to reign in his word usage.
>"I'm really sorry for not standing up for you. Tell the guys off or just doing anything that wasn't laughing right along." He sighs, looking down before finding a pulse of energy.
>"It really was good to see you again, man." He starts to make motions to leave. I stop him.
cont.