"Small vegetarian pizza?"

I looked up to see the pizza boy standing at the door. He carried the pizza box into my office with an uncomfortable grin on his face. I handed him some money and told him to keep the change. As he took the money, he knocked over my name plate. I told him not to worry about it, so he smiled and left.

As I ate my pizza, I turned to look out the window behind me. I watched the cars speed by some thirty stories below me. For a while, I just gazed out over the tops of the smaller buildings. The streets were as busy as usual, with people walking in all different directions. I sighed contentedly before turning back around to face my desk.

"Now, where did I put that proposal?"

As I muttered several things to myself, I dug through all my drawers, looking for my proposal. The meeting wasn't until Monday, but I wanted to be prepared. As I searched, I came across a book. I smiled slightly as I read the cover.

"Degrassi High."

I opened it up, leaning back in my chair. I flipped through the pages, smiling slightly. All the memories, good and bad, came back to me. I glanced up at the clock.

"Four o'clock. I guess I should go," I said aloud, closing the yearbook and putting it back in the drawer.

I stood, gathered my things, and rounded my desk. I bent down to pick up my name plate. For a moment, I stared at the big bold letters that read, "Manuella Santos". I finally realized the pointlessness of this, so I left.

As I sped down the busy, crowded streets, I felt lethargy creep over me.

"Shit. I need a coffee. It's Friday anyway. I need a treat," I said aloud, nearing the closest Starbucks.

As I entered, I took in the sweet smells. I got in line behind a tall man wearing a leather jacket.

"I'll have a Caramel Frappucino," he said.

The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I waited for him to turn so I could see his face.

And as he did, my heart skipped a beat. The sight of his familiar eyes sent chills up and down my spine.

"Craig? Craig Manning?" I found myself saying.

The man looked at me, as if trying to figure out who I was. A look of recognition suddenly dawned on him, "Manny. Manny Santos! Jesus, it's been years!"

I smiled slightly, feeling my cheeks grow warm.

"Yeah, it has," I responded weakly. "Let me buy you a coffee," He exclaimed.

I nodded and told him what I wanted. My mind whirred as I found us a table. Craig Manning. Jesus, it HAD been years. I straightened my skirt and as he sat.

"Here you go," he said, handing me my coffee, "So, how've you been?"

"Fine, thank you," I responded, taking a sip of my coffee.

"When did you come to New York?" He asked.

"Oh, I moved here with my fiance, Robert, about four years ago," I replied, feeling a pit grow in my stomach.

"Ah, I see. Manny, it's so good to see you. You look great," Craig said, smiling.

"Thanks, you too," I responded.

For a while, we sat in silence. This was a guy I'd had sex with when I was just a teenager. This was the guy who had given her a pregnancy scare. And here they were, drinking coffee, five years later. I stared at him. His face had changed, but it was still the same in a few ways. His hair was the same, and his eyes were the same swirling pools of gorgeousness that they had always been.

"So, you got engaged pretty quickly then?" Craig asked, breaking the silence.

"Uh, well no. I met him in college when I was nineteen, and he asked me to come back to New York with him. I said yes. I finished school here. He proposed six months ago," I told him, feeling extremely awkward.

"Ah, cool. Very cool. Hey listen, I've gotta go, but we should meet again some time. For drinks, or something. Let me give you my number," he said.

"That would be nice," I said, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen for him to use.

He scribbled his number on the sheet of paper and slid it across the table towards me. He stood, picking up his book-bag.

"Give me call some time, okay?"

I nodded and waved. For a while, I just sat, staring out the window. Craig Manning, Wow.

I finished my coffee and stood to leave. I managed to hail a cab. The whole way home, the only thing I could think about was Craig, and all the things that had happened between them.