They looked at each other. Hadn’t seen one another for a long time. Just kind of stared.

He didn’t know what to say. She was tongue-tied. Didn’t even embrace.

Others danced to karaoke songs belted out by drunken fools. Some talked about old times. One guy had become a lawyer. The class valedictorian grew up to be a housewife; living on some ranch in Wyoming with her husband and three kids. The quarterback was killed in a car crash. They said he had a drinking problem. A picture of him, along with the other deceased, stood upright on a folding table. Classmates looked on, wondering when their time would come.

And these two kept staring at each other till he finally said, Hello. It’s been a long time.

Yes, she said. It’s been a long time.