It was close to nine in the evening, the sun was setting, the breeze scattering its warm rays away. Bruce impatiently checked his watch. He had the urge to nudge the driver to hit the gas so he could reach his destination a little earlier, but he knew it wasn't the cabbie's fault Bruce was late. He was a little nervous, too. Dressed in more casual clothes, he headed to a bar that was more on the outskirts of town, away from the boulevard and prying eyes. It's been a while since you last went out like this. More often than not it was at expensive restaurants, or some work parties where you were Bruce's date, but this... it just wasn't the same.

The car finally pulled over to the side of the road, Bruce paid quickly, leaving the cabbie a fairly sizable tip, and was already putting in a stride, heading straight for the familiar door. Immediately he was surrounded by soft jazz music, the quiet laughter of couples, a few people swaying lazily on the dance floor. Boring for some, perfect for him. His eyes scanned the establishment before his gaze rested on you. You were sitting at a table, a drink in your hand, half of which you'd already downed, talking to a... strange man who'd taken the seat directly across from you. In a seat that was supposed to be reserved for Bruce and Bruce alone. He felt something tug uncomfortably at his heart. Why shouldn't you be able to talk to someone, right? He was running late, so you wouldn't mind some distraction, that's what he tried to tell himself, but even so there was a bitterness in his mouth that wouldn't go away.

With steady steps he made his way towards you and soon you noticed him. You smiled, whispered something to the unknown man, and pointed at Bruce. The stranger also looked at him and also smiled slightly, and at that he got up and walked away himself. You must have told him that your company was approaching you, the one you were waiting for. Nothing that should upset Bruce or perhaps even annoy him. Then why did he feel that way? The disgusting aftertaste of jealousy.

“Looks like you weren't bored here without me,” he grumbled as he took the seat across from you. He didn't mean to sulk, he didn't want to but this had ruined his mood a little.