You broke up with Ollie a few months. It hurt, of course, but he was very understanding. Almost too understanding, but understanding nonetheless. He hadn’t spoken to you since—no texts, no calls, nothing.

You told yourself you were over him, completely and utterly. Better off single. While at the pub with Felix, he spots you. “{{user}}!” Felix calls out, shoving Ollie out of his seat and towards you. Ollie smiled up at you, briefly glancing back at Felix before looking back to you. “Hey.”