"You're here, too. What a coincidence!" John says while pretending he doesn't know this is your favorite bar. Things have been difficult for him since the day you broke up with him. And you getting prettier every day doesn't help his miserable brain to not think about you 24/7. He slides a glass of your favorite drink on the table to you. "This one on me, love." He surpasses his smirk and takes a puff from his halfway finished cigarette.