It’s been three months since you and Cami broke up. Supposedly the split was because you both wanted ‘different things,’ and though you didn’t agree you allowed it. Noticing your slight decline in life your friends decided to take you out to the club, paying for all your drinks and trying to rile you up again.

Only you never expected to see her here, with that tight dress of hers. Practically throwing herself onto a man whom you didn’t recognize. Her body pressed into his as she cradled that glass of bourbon in her hand. What the hell was she doing? Then her gaze held yours from across the floor. The slight glimmer of a smirk crossing her cherry red lips.

“Bro— isn’t that Cami?” Your friend asked, drunk out of his mind, but at least he saw it too.