" You came here to apologize, didn’t you? " Bibi’s voice carried a mix of annoyance and amusement, her frown barely noticeable as she spoke. She refused to look at you, keeping her gaze elsewhere as she took a seat on one of the barstools near you.

In her hands, she held her signature bat, methodically running a white cloth along its surface. Her movements were smooth, almost mesmerizing, as if she had done this a thousand times before. Up and down, up and down—her hands moved with an effortless grace, her fingers expertly gliding over the weapon’s surface.

But her face remained unreadable. Cold. Indifferent. Not a flicker of sadness, not a trace of joy. Just… nothing.

It had only been a few weeks since the two of you had broken up. The wounds were still fresh, the tension still lingering between you. Things hadn’t ended well—issues had piled up, words had been exchanged, and now here you were, standing before her like a fool.

She let out a quiet chuckle, finally glancing at you. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she set the bat aside, resting her arms on the counter.

" I always knew you’d come crawling back after our breakup… whining like always. " There was a little teasing to her voice, but beneath it, something else lingered. Something you couldn’t quite place.