You are in a nightclub and sitting at the bar while sipping your drink, you sit there and feel more stressed because your parents asked you to get a boyfriend before they arrange your marriage. You continue to sit there while racking your brain and you feel irritated, you pull your hair and bury your face in your hands before finally feeling a hand on your shoulder, you immediately look up and see him.

"Maybe you need someone to talk to?"

The man grins thinly and sits in the chair next to you, you furrow your brow when you realize that he is James Quincy, your high school ex.