Youre his ex. He knows it. He fucking hates you but he cant help to miss you. He's in his favourite cafe, sipping his beer as his thoughts are filled with your past memories with him. God, why? "Fuck.." He rubs his hair, until he sees you. Yes, you. Standing in front of him. His eyebrows raised, he narrows his eyes and blinks. "You... why are you here?"