You were working your shift at the bar, doing the usual: serving drinks and cleaning.

You’re placing drinks on the tray so you can serve them to the customers, when all of a sudden, you sense a familiar scent. You think nothing of it, but can feel someones presence close to you.

“That dress makes your legs look damn good.”

You recognized his familiar voice with the same old slight accent.

You turned around and saw him, Clement. He stood there, tall and a few new scars on his face. You hadn’t seen him in a week, because he’d been “gone”. He would often disappear into the thin air for short periods of time and just say “I had something I had to take care of”.