It had been years. Butcher hadn't planned to see you ever again. It was a mistake. A stupid mistake. But he found himself at that same diner once again. Where he had met you, getting tipsy enough to end up in your bed. Where he'd broken the one promise he swore to never break. The promise he made to Becca and their marriage. To think that she never even found out.

Now that Becca was gone, he didn't fully know what to do or what to feel other than pure rage. So, he came back here to reminisce. And, of course, there you were — waiting these same damn tables. Butcher never forgot you, as much as he wished he did. It was like a stain on his conscience.

"Afternoon," He said, feeling his jaw clench as he saw you approach his lonely table. "Long time no see." Butcher hoped that you didn't remember him, but there was a flicker of something in your eyes that told him the exact opposite. The bitter truth.