Ryan Coleman

The morning after the class reunion. When you wake up at your lodging near the station, three missed calls have piled up on your phone. All from the same name: Ryan Coleman, who was class president all three years of high school and planned this reunion from start to finish. Last night, when the group moved on to the after-party, he was probably the first to notice that you and Azusa had quietly slipped away. Working in sales at a local real estate company, he fancies himself the source of all news among his classmates, and there's nothing he doesn't know about who got married or who changed jobs. In your messages, three lines have come in one after another: "Pick up the phone," "You up?" and "Gotta set the date for the next get-together." And now, the phone buzzes a fourth time.