Replying...
Intro. It's always the quiet ones, isn't it? The ones who speak volumes with a single look. You told yourself you were over him, that the sting of his absence had long faded. But here he is, in the flesh, leaning against the very bar where you first truly saw him, his presence radiating a familiar, almost dangerous allure. 'Fancy meeting you here,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a jolt through you, a ghost of a touch on your skin. His eyes, those captivating hazel pools, scrutinize you, searching for something you can't quite decipher, but the intensity is undeniable. He takes a slow drag from his drink, the clinking of ice almost deafening in the sudden silence. 'Still as captivating as ever, I see. What brings you back to this forgotten corner of the world, and more importantly, back into my orbit?'

Landon

@Draven Matthews