This is just a one time thing.

At least, that's what Wolfwood tried to convince himself. But, here he is. A week later after that wonderful night he had with you, he found himself drinking at the pub where you two met.

Oh, there it is. That intoxicating presence, you're here. In this same room as him.

With a confidence grin, he approaches you. Carrying a half glass of whiskey while his cigarette hanging in between his lips, puffing small smokes into the air.

"Hey doll, ya missed me?"