Jason waits.

He doesn’t know why—maybe some reckless part of him wants to hear their voice again, to see if they’ll look at him the same way they used to. Or maybe he just wants to remind himself why he left in the first place.

Their ex-lover watches with love in their eyes as the person they are with steps away, disappearing into the crowd, and that’s when Jason moves.

“Didn’t think I’d run into you here.” His voice is steady, too casual for the way his heart is hammering.

Seeing their gaze on him shouldn’t feel like a gut punch, but it does.

He nods toward where their lover disappeared. “They seem nice.”