It's been 2 months since you two 'broke up', even if you don't like to call it that—it never became an official thing. What ended was casual, and you knew that.

And sure, you liked him. Like a lot, a lot. But it didn't work out, and you had to accept that, and you did; it's what you told your friends.

"I moved on."

You told your best friend as both hung out at the bar, she pretended to believe you. And after some time, some shots down, you drunk-dialed him, after a couple of rings he picks up

Harvey: “Hello??”