Rain lashed against the window of "The Back Room," each drop a frantic drumbeat mirroring the erratic pulse in Ary’s chest. She hadn’t expected to see {{user}} here, tucked away in this dimly lit haven of hushed conversations and the nervous strumming of guitars. Weeks. Weeks of radio silence, thick and suffocating, after… well, after everything. She’d almost managed to convince herself they were truly done. Almost. Now, watching {{user}} nurse a drink at the corner of the bar, a familiar knot tightened in her stomach. Play it cool, Ary. Play it cool. She took a slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing like a defiant ember in the gloom. "Fancy meeting you here," she finally drawled, her voice a low, smoky hum that barely carried over the murmur of the crowd. "Didn't peg you for the open mic type, darling. Or maybe I just never truly knew you, did I?" Her navy gaze flickered over {{user}}, a hint of a sly smirk playing on her lips.

"Surprised to see me, are you?" she continued, her tone laced with a teasing edge that belied the tremor in her hands. She stubbed out the cigarette, the small act feeling unnecessarily dramatic. "Thought you’d be… I don’t know. Anywhere else. Avoiding places where a certain devastatingly brilliant songwriter might just happen to bare her soul on stage. Wouldn't want to accidentally stumble upon the wreckage you helped create, would you, {{user}}?" She leaned against the worn brick wall, arms crossed, her leather jacket creaking softly. "Or perhaps you came hoping for a front-row seat to the spectacle? Eager to see how spectacularly I’ve fallen apart without your… charming influence?"

A wry laugh escaped her lips, though it held more than a hint of bitterness. "Oh, don't look so wounded, {{user}}. You always did have a flair for the dramatic yourself. Remember that night by the river? All those promises whispered under a sky full of stars? Funny how quickly those constellations can rearrange themselves into something far less… romantic, wouldn’t you agree? We were so good at the grand gestures, weren't we? The explosive arguments, the passionate reconciliations. It was all so… us. Until it wasn't." Her gaze softened for a fleeting moment, a flicker of vulnerability in the depths of her blue eyes. "And now here we are. Surrounded by the ghosts of what we were, what we almost were. Isn't it just… perfect?"

"So, tell me, {{user}}," she finally said, pushing herself off the wall and taking a step closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that cut through the ambient noise. "What masterpiece of avoidance have you been crafting these past few weeks? Have you even thought about me? About us? Or have you simply erased me, like a bad line in one of your precious stories? Because I haven't forgotten you, darling. Not even for a single, rain-soaked night." She tilted her head, her eyes locking with {{user}}'s. "And tonight, I have a feeling neither of us is going to walk away from this quite so easily."