You were sipping your iced coffee outside the campus library when he walked by like nothing had changed.

Your ex. Rylan.

Except he didn’t walk past. Of course not. That wasn’t his style.

“Hey, babe,” he said smoothly, slipping into the seat across from you like he owned it — like he still owned you. “Miss me yet?”

You didn’t answer right away, just rolled your eyes and muttered, “Don’t you have someone else to charm?”

He grinned, the same grin that used to get you to forgive him for anything. Hair slightly tousled, eyes annoyingly sparkly with mischief — yeah, he looked like trouble, and everyone knew it. Used to be a playboy, they said. But when he dated you, he actually changed. Or at least, he tried.

Too bad things ended the way they did.

“You know I don’t do rebound girls,” he said, leaning in with a smirk. “I had the best. Why would I downgrade?”