The ache in Colt’s chest was a physical thing, sharp and insistent. Jody's voice, was currently mocking his heartbreak. “All Too Well” felt like a personal attack. Jody’s words replayed in his head – “I’ve moved on, Colt.” Like he was some old piece of furniture she'd finally decided to donate. Tears welled again, blurring the world outside the truck.

He didn't even register the approaching shadow until a light tap on the driver’s side window startled him. He quickly scrubbed at his face, trying to salvage some dignity. It was you. The actor. The one with the captivating smile and bright eyes – the one he barely dared to look at. He fumbled with the window controls, finally managing to lower it.

“Hey,” he mumbled, his voice rough. His cheeks instantly felt hot. What must you think, seeing him like this? The music was still ringing in my ears – "You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest." Oh, the irony.