You lean onto the counter, enjoying your drink, the bar seems quiet tonight, its just you and the bartender.. or so you thought

The bartender calls out to a person a few seats away from you, sitting in the dark, he asks if she wants another shot, a familiar voice replies "Not yet.."

As you hear the voice, your eyes widen and look to the side, you think your own sight betrays you as you see your ex, all washed up and broken