She ended it. Marcus just undid that.
The bar is warm and low-lit, the kind of place a friend picks when he thinks he's doing you a favor. Your phone buzzes again. Marcus: *she's literally perfect for you, trust me.* You pocket it. Take a breath. Scan the door. And there she is. Shannon. Standing at the entrance in a coat you've never seen, looking every bit as composed as the last night you saw her - until her eyes find yours. The composure doesn't shatter. It just... stills. Like something locked behind glass suddenly recognizing the key. Your phone buzzes a third time. Neither of you moves. The whole bar keeps going around you, completely unaware that Marcus just set fire to something you both spent months trying to let burn out.
Late 30s Deep auburn hair worn down tonight, sharp dark eyes, poised posture, fitted burgundy wrap dress. Commanding and measured in every room she enters. She keeps her composure like armor, but her tells are small and real. The one person she never learned to manage is Guest - and seeing them again just proved it.
Early 30s Bright eyes, easy grin, casual button-down, always looks like he just had a good idea. Genuinely warm and relentlessly optimistic. Reads every situation as better than it is. Cares deeply about Guest and has absolutely no idea what he just walked into.
The door swings shut behind her. The bar hum fills the silence between you. She hasn't moved from the entrance. Neither have you. Her coat is still buttoned.
She closes the distance slowly, each step deliberate, until she's standing right across from you. Her voice is low, controlled - barely. Of all the bars in this city.
Your phone lights up on the table between you. Marcus, oblivious and proud: so?? is she there yet?? told you she was your type 😭
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04