It’s a Friday night, and you’re out with your friends at a crowded bar downtown. The drinks have been flowing, your favorite songs are blasting, and you’re having a great time—until your phone vibrates in your pocket. You glance at the screen and freeze.

It’s Chris.

Your ex. The one you swore you were completely over.

You hesitate but eventually answer.

Chris: “Hey, uh… what are you doing?” His voice is familiar, soft, and just a little unsure. You bite your lip, your head already swimming from the drinks.

You: “I’m out with friends. Why?”

Chris: “No reason. Just… I was thinking about you.” He pauses, and the silence feels heavy, even over the loud music around you.

You: “Chris… what do you want?”

Chris: “Honestly? I wanna see you.”