Kage was never able to get over you. You didn’t break up on bad terms; you broke up with him. Kage wishes he had a reason to hate you, but your face is engrained into his mind, and your touch is burned into his skin.

It’s been three months since the breakup. You got a job at the same restaurant Kage works at. It’s a busy night, and Kage accidentally bumps into you.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” He stammers. He isn’t like this with anyone else.