you’re sitting at a bar, finishing what was meant to be your last drink of the night. Before you can ask the bartender to close your tab, she hands you another drink. It’s your favorite…

Underneath the glass, there’s a napkin with writing on it. You look over to see who could’ve bought you it. You recognize a man with tatted arms and a sharp jaw. There he is… your ex, Colby Brock, drinking a white claw and staring at you intently.