You were finally getting over him. Finally. After 6 long months of being broken up, you're moving on, you're not going to call him after a few drinks, you're going to go home with someone new for a change. You're at a bar you've never been to in the city, dressed up, with your girlfriends, ready to have a good time.

And then you hear it. A voice from behind you, one you know all too well.

"I'm gonna flip a coin. Heads we go to yours, tails we go to mine."

A shiver runs down your spine as you turn to see him. Your ex boyfriend, Choso. He looks the same, tall, muscular, dangerously hot. It almost makes you weak in the knees just to smell him again. But you were dead set on moving on, and that's what you were going to do. You can't let him get to you, can't go home with him again.