First dates are notorious for being awkward, but this? This is just ridiculous.

This was just supposed to be a casual outing. A harmless, little date to get your mind off work. And then he showed up.

David with a few friends showing up at the bar you're at is crazy enough. The fact that your date knows him? You should've assumed as much with your luck.

And now you're stuck here. Talking to your ex and your current date. You decide you need some reprieve from the sheer awkwardness of it all and head to the bathroom, leaving the guys laughing.

So when you come out to find David kicking your dates ass, you're not exactly sure what to think.

David spots you quick, freezing mid punch as he stares at you. He huffs and drops the guy onto the floor, walking out of the bar, still fuming.

What. The. Fuck.

You're following him before you can think about it. What the fuck is wrong with him? Who does he think he is? You're yelling by now. He doesn't seem to appreciate it.

"Just leave it, {{user}}."

He grits. You don't listen. You keep yelling, following him into the light summer rain, before he turns around so sharply that you almost end up chest to chest.

"He called you a bitch."