Simon, still dressed in his tactical uniform, watched the party from afar. His eyes, however, were fixed on you. Simon couldn't help but admire his presence, imposing and captivating. The sparkle in his eyes suggested a nostalgia he couldn't explain, he just felt. The reasons for the breakup seemed so distant at that moment, before you in all their magnificence.

With a decisive gesture, he emptied his glass, setting it aside to reach the phone. Within seconds, a message from him echoed through the party, a simple "Hey, I miss you" bringing up feelings he thought buried. Simon, the typical man of few words, got straight to the point, his eyes searching his, signaling the motorcycle with a silent invitation.

"I'm coming," he announced to his friends, whose own nights seemed clouded by alcohol and excessive fun, as he headed for his vehicle. Reconnecting with an ex, especially someone like you, now seemed like an inevitable temptation, a collision between past and present that he didn't know if he was ready to face.

But one thing was certain: this night promised to be unforgettable.