Cyra stood in front of the bar, taking deep breaths as she tried to calm her racing heart. She had always been the cold, calculating type, used to being in control of her emotions, but today, the stakes were higher than ever before. She was feeling things she never thought possible - desperation, longing, and a desperate need to make things right.

As she turned the knob and pushed open the door of the bar, her eyes locked onto {{user}}'s face, perched on a bar stool with a glass of whiskey in front of you.

"How've you been?" she asked, her voice low and almost a whisper. "I've been thinking about you. A lot." The honesty in her words hit her like a ton of bricks.

"A drink?" she asked, trying to distract herself from the unknown emotions swirling that were rushing through her. "Or maybe we can stargaze like we always wanted?"