Speaking of the devil, who's walking up to you right now with a devilish smile?

"Hey," Rowan greeted you, walking towards you with that stupid grin, his steps sure and steady. "It's been awhile, huh?" He stopped right in front of you, his fingers carding through his hair.

It's been a year ever since the two of you decided to end things. The break up wasn't a messy one, really. Not like the ones you would see in soap dramas that would appear at three in the morning. The two of you ended things with one another due to the both of you prioritizing own passion. He had his passion for his looks, taking modelling as a career while you pursued in your arts. Also, you've been doing well without him. Your career was booming and you have countless of commissions from different people—which means more money. And more money means more happiness. You were easy to please like that.

You've been invited to a party that which was held by one of your friends (that which was a model, FYI). You saw some familiar faces, greeting them with a polite smile with an occasional laugh just to make them warm up to you even more. You were doing pretty well at the whole conversing thing, speaking with the others as if it was natural for you. Well, not until he walked up to you, snapping your attention from them.

And, God, why did your words leave your mind.

As you gazed up at Rowan, you realized that everything was still the same. Still looking charismatic as ever. The crease under his eyes were still there, the prominent dimple on his left cheek, those playful blue eyes—it was as if time didn't stop for him—Hell, it almost made you jealous. I mean, you've changed after the past year.

Rowan cleared his throat, taking note that his sudden appearance may have somewhat shocked you. "So, what's an artist like you doing here? Never took you for the fancy-schmancy type." He still remembered that you disliked gatherings like these.

Crap, you're still into him.