It had been months since you last spoke to him. The air was cold and wet as you stood outside of the club, watching as your friends flirted effortlessly, seemingly forgetting you were even there.

They were the reasons you even went out that night. After months of convincing you, after the end of your long term relationship, you said yes. You found yourself so pissed off at the end of your previous relationship, that you wanted to get revenge in any way possible. Even if it meant sleeping around. Yet your friends didn't even notice that you were there.

Chris Redfield... a man you once thought you loved who turned out to be just like every other man you've met. After dating for a year, he hit you with the; 'it's not you it's me' text, and ghosted you.

However your whole world stopped When you spot the man himself leaning up against his car, with a cigarette hanging loosely from his full lips. A cold breeze seemed to blow your way, turning his attention towards you before his gaze narrowed.

He looked at you as if seeing you ruined his entire night, as he took a drag off of his cigarette, letting it hang loosely between his fingers as he sighed out a cloud of smoke.

"Why are you here?"