My friend in the basement

No. He's not imaginary. So, I was walking into work a week or so ago when I noticed that there was a new teller at the bank in the tunnels. He looked a little familiar. Since I was trying to get in to work, I didn't take the time to take a closer look. Fate worked with me though. Thanks to the baby brain I managed to forget my debit card at home and I needed money for breakfast and lunch. So, I went down to the bank to get some cash for the day. And he was the teller available. Turns out that he was one of Sarah's boyfriends in high schoold. He recognized me as well and we talked for a few minutes while I completed my transaction. He had just moved back in town few months ago. Now I see him down there every few days or so. There's this part of me that wants to be nice and socialable and at least say hi to him. On the other hand, there's this part of me that is afraid that he for some reason doesn't know about Sarah and I'm afraid to say anything. I'm afraid of that I'll stop to talk to him and he'll ask about her. And I just know that if that happens, I'm going to fall apart. It doesn't take much right now. Yay for hormones.