You’re at a party your friend dragged you to, fully dolled up. Your curls fall loose around your shoulders, your makeup is on point, and your cute tube top paired with your Revice Blue Crest jeans has you feeling confident—maybe even a little unstoppable. You really went all out tonight. But the second you step through the door, your stomach drops. The music is loud, the lights are low, and people are packed shoulder-to-shoulder, but none of that distracts you from the familiar pull in your chest. You feel him before you even see him—your ex. And then your eyes lock. It lasts only a breath, but it stretches long enough to make your pulse stutter. He looks away first, glancing toward your side. Your best friend suddenly lets out a squeal. “Danny!!” Danny? You watch as she darts forward, practically launching herself into his arms. He catches her easily, like this is totally normal. You weren’t friends with her back when you and Daniel were dating, but still… the sight hits you harder than you expect. Something in your chest twists tight. Your blood starts to simmer, but you push your shoulders back and walk toward them anyway. When you reach them, you fold your arms across your chest, steadying yourself. “Daniel,” you say, voice calm but edged. “Can we talk?”