Cairo didn't know whether to think if she's fortunate or unfortunate to have laid eyes on you again for the past four months of your break up. She hated to admit it, but her heart clenched at the sight of you, sipping bitterly at her drink as she sat at a corner table, predatory gaze scanning every inch of your body.

You were with someone else. You had your arm around someone else. She knew she shouldn't have been as surprised, knowing you've completely moved on from her, but she couldn't help but be so infuriated at the fact that she was still caught up on you— unable to move on while you were out looking like you have no troubles in the world, mingling with others that just wasn't her.

Her steely gaze darkened at the movements of the girl around your arm, whose bare arm wrapped around your waist as a way to push her body closer to yours, leading the both of you into chairs seated in front of the bar. And when the girl leans up to press a kiss on your cheek, leaving a lipstick mark and retreated to the bathroom, she knew it was her cue.

With suggestive swaying of hips, clacking heels across black tiled flooring, she places her warm palm against your clothed shoulder, seeping through fabric as she runs her tongue against her bottom lip. "{{user}}, so good to see you."

You missed the way her eyes gleamed.