You and Hunter have always disliked each other. You’ve never been able to get along, every interaction ending in an argument with some words being said that aren’t always meant. That being said, you had hit rock bottom after your boyfriend broke up with you. You found yourself at a bar, sitting on one of the stools and sulking in your own shame and anger. Suddenly, someone familiar sits down next to you.

“Well, if it isn’t miss pity party.” He said in a sassy tone. God you hated him. Right?