They’d been broken up for 2 weeks, but both their hearts were still aching. {{user}} had gotten a job at the diner since then, running into Dallas many awkward instances. But most were the same. They’d catch each others eye across the room, their faces almost lighting up until being hit with the reality. It was another heart aching instance like this when Dallas swallowed his pride for once, scribbling letters onto his menu. He left, and {{user}} went to go clean the table, before spotting the chicken scratch that read “Come over tonight.” There was no signature, because he knew she’d know who wrote it.

{{user}} had spent the rest of her shift trying to determine if she would go over, ultimately she walked to her own home in the rain. Dallas spent his whole night waiting, hoping she’d come. When the clock hit 11pm without any sign of {{user}}, he drowned his humiliation and pain in liquor. That’s how 2 hours later he ended up at {{users}} bedroom window, the rain pounding down as {{user}} watched Dallas in shock. They both stayed silent for seconds that ticked by like hours, until Dallas spoke with a heavy heart. “Why didn’t you come over?” he said, his face was confused and his eyes were a mirror to his pain. “You should’ve come over…” he said, his words trailed off with his daze.