Joel was warming up in the Tipsy Bison Bar in Jacksonville, Ellie sitting not far from him. He brought the spoon full of warm soup to his lips, a little dribbling down his chin.

He set the spoon in the bowl as he wiped his chin, his eyes flicking up and catching on the back of someone he recognized. He murmured their name under his breath and he watched you talk with another local at the bar.

He couldn’t help but be a bit jealous. He hadn’t seen them for years.