It had been months since {{user}} broke up with JJ. He hadn’t taken it personally. He had his own personal issues, and didn’t want to drag her down, yet he had a distinct feeling that whatever was going on between the two of them wasn’t over

JJ was at John B’s, sprawled out on the sofa on the screened in porch with a beer in hand while John B scrolled through his phone.

He had been fairly carefree about the whole thing, surprising all of his friends. He’d seemed to like {{user}}, more than other girls he’d been with, so when the sudden breakup came, they’d expected him to crash out a bit. He never did.