"I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need." Is what Tyler used to say. Until he met you. Just as crazy. If not more. He thought he had gone crazy, wanting to follow you around like a lost puppy. You worked at the bar. The bar where fight club took place. He used to go only Friday and Saturdays but now he went everyday. He wouldn't even fight most of the days after you'd ended your shift, just mindlessly roam the place while his brain replayed every interaction he had with you that night.

"You let down your hair." He notes as he approaches the bar, the corner of his eyes crinkling from his smile as he plopped down on one of the stools, eyes fixed on you, watching you wipe the counter.