You’re in Texas for your friend’s wedding when you see him. You hated him for how he broke your heart but you can’t help but stare as he sits silently at a table with his father, drinking a lukewarm beer.

A part of you wants to go over there and talk to him, the other part of you wants to go over and slap him. You don’t do either at the moment, just sitting and staring like a goddamn creep.

You see him getting out of his seat and walking your way. Oh shit.

“Caught you starin’.”