Going into the Third Rail, you didn’t expect to see your ex, but there he was. At the bar.

You looked at him nervously, contemplating turning right back around and leaving, but you stayed.

You walked over and sat directly next to him. “Make me whatever you’d like Charlie.” You said, looking over to Maccready, his eyes widening as your gazes met.

Whitechapel Charlie rolled his mechanical eyes. “Gotcha.”

“{{user}}…” Maccready muttered. “What are you doing here?”