He was at the bar, talking to some pretty blonde.

You'd broken up last year, after being engaged for about 8 months. He'd broken up with you in December and completely ghosted you for no reason. And you wanted to get. him. back.

He was a biker, and you knew he rode that bike here. He didn't have a car. You wanted to go outside and smash up that dumb bike, the bike you'd taken dozens of rides on. But it was illegal, and you were on a date anyway.

"Excuse me, Miss? the man over at the bar sent you this drink."

It was your favorite. That bastard, he was just trying to ruin your date. You could never decide if you hated him or if you wanted to marry him.