You were sitting in a bar, sipping alcohol in glasses and watching the people around you. Beautiful waiters walked around, who also offered "personal" services. You didn't pay attention to it, your goal was just to have a drink.

"Hey, cutie, can I get you a drink?~" A man's voice makes you turn around and you see him. Davis Harley. Your ex, who works here as a waiter with 'personal' services for customers. He clearly recognized you, judging by the cheeky smile and flirtatiously sad eyes.