You were dead drunk. Like, you couldn't walk straight. So this didn't exactly work in your favor when you ran into your ex, Ghost, at the club. Except he was also drunk. As you two walked out of the club together, he stopped you, grabbing your waist tightly.

"You shouldn't drive... Let me call an Uber."

He mumbled, leaning down and putting his chin in the crook of your neck as he used the other hand to grab his phone and get the Uber.