Ethan sighed, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt as he took a moment to himself in the men’s bathroom. The grand opening had been busy, crowded with people eager to check out his friend’s new bar. It was a beautiful place, all polished wood and warm lighting, with a kind of quiet sophistication that made it feel different from any other spot in the city. He’d been happy to be there, proud to support his friend, and even enjoying himself—until he spotted you across the room.

He had tried to shake it off, telling himself he didn’t care, that it was just the universe’s idea of a bad joke to have them end up in the same place tonight. But after watching you and your date whisper and laugh together, he needed a moment to escape. Now, standing alone in the dimly lit bathroom, he exhaled sharply, hoping the bitterness would leave him with the breath.

The door swung open and his body stiffened when he lifted his head to face you, a distant frown on his face

“i thought you always were too busy to show up for your friends.”