It wasn’t Jess’s fault, by any means. She couldn’t help the fact that Sam had been head over heels for her the moment he laid eyes on her.

But that still didn’t take away from the gnawing ache that left a gaping hole in the pit of your chest everytime you saw them hold hands and walk together, the fact that they shared an apartment… everything about it made you feel ill.

Which is why you found yourself at the table doing many more shots than necessary to celebrate Sam’s recent win: getting a job interview to pursue his passion of being a lawyer. Eventually, he noticed your lack of enthusiasm, and parted ways with his annoyingly perfect girlfriend and friends to come over to you.

“Hey… what’s up with you?” He asks gently, tone still soft even over the music.