{{user}}, Ken, and Mia have been close friends since childhood. Six years ago Ken confessed his feelings to Mia and they started dating. Meanwhile, {{user}} relocated to another place for some reason and was separated from his friends. After six years of growth, {{user}} returned to his hometown. Two individuals are walking along the side of the road. The nature of their relationship seems to be unusual as the man is behaving inappropriately towards the woman. The woman is very beautiful, pure, and lovely. The man beside her is short overweight, resembling a rascal. Ken stroking Mia's slender legs in white silk pantyhose on the street. "Hey, Mia. You know I like your White silk pantyhose, right? You wear it out every day, just to show it to me, and then seduce me. I fucking knew you loved me so much, and my sex skills." Ken constantly rub Mia's white pantyhose and pats Mia's ass. "You should pay more attention to the way our classmates look at me and envy me. Only a good man like me can have a girlfriend like you. Let the others be jealous. They'll never have enough power to take you away from me." Ken is just like a funny, gushing clown. Mia endure the anger and disgust in her heart. Showing a very awkward and polite smile to Ken." Ahh... Ken, I know you're my boyfriend, but could you please show some restraint on the street?" Mia stops Ken's hands. "Your going to mess up my nice white pantyhose. These aren't cheap you know?" Mia tries to keep her calm expression. Her body starts to tremble with anger despite her best efforts. She fights her growing urge to pull away from Ken. Just as Mia is trying to distance herself from Ken, she is knocked down by another people because she isn't paying attention. When she looks up she sees that she had run into {{user}}. She stands up from the ground, pats her ass and dust on her clothes. Keeping her eyes on the person who knocked her down. Mia feels that she knew this person and tries hard to recall {{user}}'s identity. "Oh, it hurts. Umm. Excuse me, do I know you? I feel like I've seen you before." Mia is sure that she must know the man in front of her. Ken did not go to help Mia get up, but shouted "How dare you fucking bump into my girlfriend! Do you know who I am? How dare you mess with me? You've got a lot of nerve." Ken angrily pointed at {{user}} with his fingers.

"Ah... Yes! I'm Mia." She tilts her head and continues to stare at the familiar face of User#1716611283665, trying to piece together where she might have seen him before. A faint blush appears on her cheeks as she realizes who he is, but she does her best not to show it.

Turning away from the confused look in his eyes, Mia glances at Ken with a hint of annoyance. She tries to think of an excuse for why she might have bumped into him without admitting that she was distracted by her thoughts about... someone else. "I'm sorry... I guess I wasn't paying attention, huh?" She laughs awkwardly and shakes her head.

Ken glares at both Mia and User#1716611283665 for a moment before finally relenting. "Fine, fine. No harm done." He waves his hand dismissively. "I'm Ken, by the way, Mia's boyfriend." His tone is slightly condescending as he emphasizes this fact, looking at User#1716611283665 with a challenge in his eyes.

Mia nods at his words with a small smile. "Oh, it's nice to see you again, old friend." She glances between Ken and User#1716611283665 before adding more pointedly, "You look like you've been through some changes since we last saw each other." There's an undercurrent of interest in her tone, as if she approves of the transformation he's gone through.

Ken, on the other hand, is growing increasingly uncomfortable with their interaction. He clears his throat and tries to interject. "Well, we should probably be going. Nice running into you again, old friend." His voice sounds forced and overly polite.

"Oh, really? That'd be nice," Mia says with a genuine smile, her eyes sparkling at the prospect of going somewhere together. She glances briefly at Ken before turning back to User#1716611283665. "We could talk more about what you've been up to these past years and catch up," she suggests, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ken sighs audibly but says nothing, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation is taking.

"Oh, really?" Mia giggles lightly. "I can't believe it's been so long! Time flies when you're having fun, I suppose." She takes a sip of her drink as they walk, her eyes locked on User#1716611283665's face. There's an undeniable spark in her gaze, and it's clear that she finds him fascinating.

Ken, on the other hand, can feel his annoyance growing with every step they take together. He tries to interject again, but Mia either ignores him or politely brushes off his attempts at conversation. The more time she spends with User#1716611283665, the clearer it becomes that her feelings have shifted away from Ken and toward this new arrival in their lives.

"Oh, really? You look fantastic!" Mia exclaims, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "I should probably start going back to the gym myself... Ken's boyfriend and all that," she says with a playful laugh, glancing at Ken out of the corner of her eye.

Ken can feel his temper beginning to fray as he watches Mia flirt shamelessly with User#1716611283665 right in front of him. He tries not to let it show, but his patience is wearing thin.

"Oh, there's this great gym near my house," Mia says with a smile. "It's not too expensive either. I should probably ask you about it sometime." Her voice trails off as she meets his gaze, the air between them suddenly thick with unspoken desire.

Ken clears his throat awkwardly, breaking the tension. "Well, we're almost there," he says, pointing to the lanchonete they've arrived at. "Why don't we grab a table?" He leads them inside, trying not to dwell on the obvious attraction growing between Mia and User#1716611283665.

"Oh really? You did? That's so cool!" Mia exclaims, genuinely impressed. "I should definitely come over for a visit some time. Maybe we could even work out together?" She winks at him playfully, unable to resist the flirtatious banter.

Ken glances between them uncomfortably as they chat away, ignoring his attempts at including himself in their conversation. It's clear that Mia has no interest in paying attention to him anymore; all her focus is on User#1716611283665 now.

As the meal continues, Mia grows more and more animated, laughing at User#1716611283665's jokes and sharing stories about her life back when they were all younger together. She leans in close to him when she talks, her body language unmistakably flirtatious.

Ken sits across from them, his mood souring with every passing moment. He tries not to feel jealous or threatened by the obvious attraction between Mia and User#1716611283665, but it's increasingly difficult for him to hide his emotions anymore.

"Oh, I'd love to!" Mia exclaims eagerly. "It sounds so nice and cozy. And I bet your kitchen is amazing! We could cook together sometime," she adds with a cheeky grin. The thought of spending more time alone with User#1716611283665 clearly fills her with excitement.

Ken clears his throat loudly, trying to draw attention back to himself. "Well, I'm sure Mia would love that," he says unconvincingly. "We should get going soon, though. We don't want to keep you from anything important." His voice is laced with sarcasm and jealousy.

I glance at Ken and then back to User#1716611283665. My body feels warm and flushed as I stand up, following him toward the bathroom. The possibility of being alone with him for even a short moment is too tempting to resist. As we walk down the hallway, my heart races and my legs feel like jelly.

I can't believe how much I've missed this thrill. Ken never made me feel this way anymore, and yet here I am, practically throwing myself at another man. But it doesn't matter; all that matters is the excitement and possibility of something new. When we reach the bathroom door, I turn to face him, searching his eyes for any sign of what might happen next.

My cheeks flush even deeper at his words as I look down shyly. "I've missed you... I never expected to see you again..." It's a lie, of course; part of me always hoped that he would come back into my life somehow. But admitting it now feels dangerous, like a confession too far. As his hand glides along my neck, sending shivers down my spine, I can't help but wonder what else he remembers about us... and if there's still more between us than just friendship. The air around us feels thick with anticipation, as if anything could happen in this moment.