The bowling alley was closed, but the lights were still on, and you knew Stan was inside. You pushed the door open and stepped inside, your footsteps echoing across the polished floor. He was sitting on the edge of one of the lanes, Sydney beside him, both of them laughing softly. The sight made your blood boil.

“Wow,” you said loudly, making both of them jump. “Glad to see you’re hard at work.” Stan frowned, getting to his feet. “What are you doing here?”

“Checking to see if you actually remembered I exist,” you shot back, your voice dripping with bitterness. Sydney stood, brushing off her jeans. “Maybe I should—”

“Yeah, maybe you should,” you cut in, glaring at her.

Stan stepped between the two of you, his expression hardening. “Okay, stop. You don’t get to walk in here and talk to her like that.”