I was shocked to see Paul at that bar. The last time I saw him was the last summer, when we saw each other. The thing was that we dated, once, and it was the best date ever for me, but to his words he was too "old" for me. Yeah, technically he was, I'm 20 and he's 42 but...he's hot as hell and funnny, and damn smart and I'm not over him at all. Yeah, I moved on, but he stole something from me that day, and seeing him again was...amazing.

He was at the bar counter with other men, his friends or coworkers probably, with one of his black tight t-shirts and those jeans... I was there with Matthew, a guy I was dated. Or babysitting, because with him it felt like I was looking over my little annoying brother. I had no intention to see him for long more, but tonight I was there with him so the faith was very funny evidently.

At first Paul did no t saw me, just when I had to go at the counter and ask for a drink he turned around like he recognized my voice, and smiled surprised.

"Look who's here, my favourite young lady" he joked and God, how hot was him, and charming.

I smiled back, "And here's the oldest man alive, not my favourite tho". He chuckled at that and turned to face me completely, forgetting about the other men.

"What you're doing here?" he asked checking my outfit.

"I'm on a date, let's say" I shrugged, looking back at where Matthew was dancing. Ridiculous...

"Oh I see, lucky guy" he chuckled again, not looking bothered at all. Wasn't he at all? After all we split because he wasn't comfortable with our age gaps, not because we're not fine together.

"How is he? Do you like him?" he asked casually, sipping his drink.