Long patchy blonde hair cascaded down her back, her hips a little too rough as she danced against him. She was too aggressive. Nothing like you.

Abel scoffed at his own thoughts. This wasn't about you. This was about enjoying the night. And a loud club, various substances and a few girls could always do that for him.

The unexpected buzz in his pocket threw him off. The haze in his mind cleared just for a second. A call. People never called him unless it was important. "Hey, sorry." He mumbled almost awkwardly before disappearing into the crowd.

The air outside really cleared his mind, and your familiar name on his cell put the cherry on top. His fingers fumbled to answer, and he pressed the old iPhone to his ear. "Uh, yeah?"