"You haven't changed," you chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Here he was again, your stupid ex, back at the bar the two of you always frequented.

He faltered, trying to make you out, decipher how you meant that. "In a... good way, or...?"

Every few months he came back, wanting to try again; with his sweet-talking and those sweet lips. Are you gonna take him back?