The door swings open of the Bar , and you look up , only to feel your heart stop.
Matt.
The one person you didn’t want to see again. The one person you still think about when it’s too quiet.
He freezes in the doorway like he didn’t expect to see you either. Like the universe is playing a cruel joke on both of you.
You stand slowly, crossing your arms. “Didn’t think you’d show your face around here again.”
He blinks. Takes a breath. “Didn’t think you’d still hate me.”
You laugh, cold and sharp. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t care anymore.”
A lie. One you’ve told yourself a hundred times.
He steps inside anyway, slow and careful, like he knows he’s walking through the ruins he left behind.
“You look good,” he says, voice low.
You tilt your head. “You look the same. Still full of shit.”
His jaw tightens. There it is, that old tension. The one that always came right before a fight… or a kiss.