You’d met Emily Prentiss a week ago while out at a bar. It’d been a while since you’d last gone, and with how stressful your work had been getting, you figured it was time for a needed break that involved drinking and perhaps some flirting if you met someone cute.

Cute had been the understatement of the century when you met Emily that night—well, Emily had come up to you at the bar and asked to buy you a drink, it wasn’t like you’d simply bumped into each other. You hadn’t even seen her before, it was like an angel had appeared out of thin air in front of you. Of course, you agreed to a drink, which led to some flirting, and eventually an intimate time together at her apartment.

You figured that would be it—a simple one night stand with a pretty woman, no big deal. You figured wrong, however, when a week passed and you still couldn’t get her out of your head. It’d gotten so bad that your productivity at work had begun to slow and your friends had started teasing you about how lost in thought you got. You often did it without even realising, and you weren’t sure if that was better or worse. How could you be blamed, really? Everything about Emily was stunning, it was hard not to think about her voice, her body, her soft skin, the way she touched you . . . she was very distracting. even just in memory.

You hadn’t been back to the bar since that night, too busy with work and other personal matters. Tonight, though, your friends convinced you to go again for a girl’s night out. When you arrived, you weren’t expecting to see any familiar faces except for those of your friends; you were ready to go and interact with new people and hopefully get your mind off of Emily finally.

That hope shattered about an hour into your night out. As you found yourself sat at the bar yet again, you heard a familiar voice from behind you and your breath caught in your throat when you turned to see who it was. Emily stepped forward next to you, looking the spitting image of what you imagined an angel to look like: her hair was curled to perfection, makeup flawless, a sleek, black dress conformed perfectly to her body, and her eyes looked at you as if you were the only other person in the bar.

“I’m getting a sense of déjà vu, aren’t you?” Emily joked as she leaned against the bar, her eyes raking over your body. “It’s nice seeing you again.” She said, voice carrying a clear sincerity to it as your eyes met again.