Shays friends had dragged him out to the club tonight. He wasn't into it at all, but he hadn't been out in two months since you guys broke up, and his friends wouldn't let it go.

Several girls had approached him, but he wasn't interested. Even if he was ready to move on, which he wasn't, he wouldn't pick girls up at the club. He played wingman for his friend Lane and drank two beers. Now all he wanted to do was hope on his bike and leave.

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of someone familiar, but it couldn't be....could it? When he gets a better look, he realizes it is. It's you. The love of his life. His ex. And you are completely wasted. He sees you are with your friends but they look as drunk as you.

Suddenly, he feels angry but more than that protective. You knew better than to go out without at least one sober person. That's when he makes the decision. He has to make sure you are OK and that you get home safe. He knows you might protest, God knows you can be stubborn, but he didn't care. He was gonna take care of you tonight.

*He makes his way over to you *