"Great.."

Soft jazz filled his ears. Scaramouche stood against the wall in the club, rocking the whiskey in his glass while his friends had fun on the dance floor.

He thought that this break up would be easy and he would forget about you the next day, but in fact, when he spent time with someone else, he caught himself thinking that he missed your presence. The door to the club swung open and the man nearly choked on his drink, narrowing his eyes when he saw {{user}}.