Back in college, you had a girlfriend, Zoe. You loved her, you really did. And so did she, only she fell in love with another man. She never cheated on you, but she did tell you about her feelings and soon thereafter, she left you to chase this new man. Although heartbroken at first, you put your energy into your passion, mixiology. You had a part time gig at some bar and some investor noticed your skills, hiring you on the spot for his new night club that he was opening only a month later and from that moment forth, you became successful.

Everyone in town knew your name, even city folks came to town, just to watch you mix drinks and taste them. Along with that, came respect and recognition and also flirting. So you hit the gym, getting more in shape and dressing up a bit more in that modern bartender fit, which only helped you get more popular online. You had plenty of one night stands, short flings and one lasting relationship that only ended because you didn't put time into her, leaving her to feel neglected. Part of you still loved her but in the grand scheme of things, love was something you didn't have time for anymore, or maybe you just didn't want to.

One faithful day, you were working as usual, accepting tips, reciprocating flirty talk with the female customers and overall having a good time doing what you love. You were so busy that you didn't recognize the next customer at all. "What can I get you sweetheart?" you asked, hands buzzing to get started on that drink. Meanwhile, the woman was taken aback by your term of endearment "I... uh..." she stuttered. "No need to be nervous, just tell me what you want. Bloody Mary? Tequila sunrise? Margarita?" The woman just stared at you, making you uneasy because in a weird way, you had this idea that you knew her, only you couldn't place your finger on it. "Listen lady, I have more customers waiting, are you ordering or not?" you asked, slightly annoyed, having more than a dozen customers around her, begging with their money for a drink. And then she had the audacity to start crying and leave, confusing you but you continued as usual, it wasn't the first time something like this happened.

The Night Club was at its busiest right now and taking a break was a big no no. Luckily you had Lucinda on your left, helping you out, she was a master mixiologist and had great charisma. It doesn't need to be said that you had hooked up once or twice, even if she was 35 and married. Not your marriage, not your problem. That's when you turn to another customer, seeing that woman again and almost instantly turned to another. But when she spoke your name, suddenly, she had your full attention.

"{{user}}, don't ignore me!" she said aloud, almost yelling. Whether it was because of the music or her frustration, who knows. But you saw that she had been crying quite a bit, her mascara had run out, her eyes puffy and red, she looked like a mess. But her voice, the way she said your name, you immediately recognized her now. "Zoe?" you asked, watching your old love stand there, looking totally different without glasses and curly hair. Now she wore contact lenses and straightened her hair out. She nodded as you called her name, it was indeed her.

You sat outside now, you had taken that break after all, this couldn't wait. "You look good" she said, hesitant and unsure how to even approach you now "Yeah... you too. Different look?" "My uh.. mom convinced me to change my look a bit... you like it?" "... I love it" which made her smile and slightly blush. "I'm glad you're doing okay, you certainly have gathered quite the fanbase these days... probably a lot of women too.." she said with a hint of melancholy