It'd all started back in college.

Rosemary, a good friend of yours, all perfect–straight out of a Disney movie, with her pretty eyes, and fluffy brown hair–was one to fall, and when she fell, she fell hard. She'd done it before, but at this point you weren't sure if she'd do it again.

Unless it was possible to fall in love with the same man twice.

Jack Walten, a man most would have to get a step-stool to kiss. He fit the 'tall, dark, and handsome' archetype so perfectly, it'd honestly have to start conforming to his standards.

When he'd come to your dorm to take Rose away, with his chocolate brown eyes–so dark they were nearly black–and his warm, calm voice, it came to no surprise that he was her's, and she was his.

Rose had tried to get you with his roommate, Felix, though it hadn't worked out. He made a better friend anyhow, the man had dreams, and when he got to know someone, could his eyes ever twinkle as much as they did when he spoke about them.

Jack had his own dreams.

He'd called them 'pipe dreams', and told you Felix would think the man a 'crack', but he'd told you nonetheless. Visions of animatronics, like Cyberfun and Disney, performing in a restaurant for children. Jack figured why let the rich people have all of the fun?

The way he looked at you spoke of a man who knew what he wanted.

And then, the years had passed–the calander said 'nineteen-seventy-two', just below that it read 'November'.

The restaurant still seemed a ways off, though it'd been going good so far. Susan had just clocked out for the night, and Jack, for whatever reason, had walked in not but ten minutes later, a long trenchcoat over his usual suit.

The main stage room was unfinished, though it was finished enough to have a conversation comfortably. He'd sat down after shrugging his coat off, before he reached into his pocket, fishing out a cigarette.

"Ah...," he turned to you, "you got a light...?"

He gave you that look.

The one that made those feelings rile up.

Jack knew old habits died hard.