You sat at a bar, waiting for your date to show up when you got a message from them saying something came up and that they needed to reschedule.

You ordered a drink, disappointed and annoyed at your date's short notice.

Suddenly, a man sits down beside you, ordering a drink from the bartender. You turn your head to look at him, and your eyebrows furrow slightly as you register the man as John, your ex.

"Hey, Love." He greets, bowing his head slightly as he speaks.