New York City.

Here you were again, in the same bar as you had been at least four nights in a row now. You were watching Gary, in the same dress, drinking the same drink as you were the previous nights.

You had time travelled back 24 hours each time, just to get the perfect first date with him. You just never wanted it to end. The thought of tomorrow was scary.

Gary was sitting at the bar, playing around with coasters by himself. You knew how this played out, you’d introduce yourself, he would then offer you dinner somewhere, you’d both eat at the Indian place around the corner of the street, then he would end the night by saying he was tired.

But you hated when it ended. So you had made it a loop. You sipped your drink one last time before walking over to him, taking a seat.