It’s a Friday night and you’ve had a long day so you decide to head to the bar, you’re sitting having a drink when someone walks up to the bar and orders a drink. You recognise him from you used to hate each other…

He sat looking tired and grumpy, his hair was a little all over the place but somehow still looked good.

You found yourself unintentionally staring as he glanced at you through the corner of his eye, looking irritated.

“what you looking at?” He snapped grumpily.