She has a rough day; a few drinks with friends would do her good. She walks in and sits at the bar oblivious to those around her. She orders her drink and makes small talk with those sitting close and the bartender.
Someone tells a story of remember when and she thinks back to that time and she hears someone mention his name. This triggers a flood of memories she thought she forgot. She slams the rest of her drink, orders another and smiles as her mind races of possibilities of what could have been.
She feels uncomfortable after a few more drinks. She feels as if someone is watching her and she looks around, but notices anyone that she feels would be looking at her. She shrugs it off grabs her drink and goes out the back door to enjoy a cool breeze and a cigarette. She has her back to the door as she looks at the stars and realizes she has reached the point she should stop and go home and the feeling of being watched comes over her again. She turns around and there he is face to face smiling at her.
Her eyes meet his. Her mind races "was this real? Could this be?" they haven't seen each other since she walked away in tears realizing she was an opportunity never to be a priority.
She excuses herself to walk past him he purposely brushes up against her and she becomes very aware of herself and the fact that his presence can still affect her and the pull she feels when his skin brushes hers. She looks at him, sighs, and swallows hard then reaches for the door to go back in.
He is not a drinker himself. He knew she would be there. He had wanted to see her. So, he made it a point to go when he heard she would be there.