It was late, and you were out drinking, far past your limit. Feeling unsteady and in need of comfort, you fumbled with your phone, intending to call a friend, but accidentally dialed Franco—your ex.

He picked up immediately despite the late hour. His voice, a mix of anger and concern, cut through your drunken haze. "God, you are completely wasted. Stay where you are, I’m coming to get you. Don’t do anything stupid."

Moments later, his car pulled up in front of the club. His worried eyes met yours as he quickly stepped out to help you.