The One That Got Away

Part Nine

Warning: swearing

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Sitting upfront at the bar, Negan was deep in thought silently nursing his second glass of whisky. It had been a long fucking day with having to sit through hours of career advise being giving to the kids by God knows how many people. The only upside to the entire waste of a day was, that he got to see Y/N again after all these years. The entire encounter had seemed almost surreal, Negan never thought that he would ever see her in this lifetime again, and there she was ten years later, even more beautiful than ever.

God... he hadn't realized how much he had missed Y/N until having seen her face for the first time again after so long. He wondered if she ever had thought of him during those ten years, even if only once.

Negan was then dragged from his thoughts by a huge commotion coming from the pool table area. Taking a peek from his seat, Negan couldn't help but find amusement at the fight that instantly breaks out then.

Somehow the fight spills outside into the parking area with a few following out to watch, it wasn't long when two patrol cars pulled up and the fight was broken up by the cops.

Not long after that, two officers walked into the bar at the same time that Negan walked out for a smoke, and that was when he recognized one of the officers, placing a suspect into the vehicle to be you.

"Running into each other twice in one day..." Negan flashes you a dimpled smirk as you walked up to him.

"Fancy seeing you here, Coach..."

"Sweetheart, I'm down here damn-near every evening..." Negan replies with a light chuckle, and your heart couldn't help but flutter a bit faster at him having called you that.

Snapping yourself out of those silly thoughts, you arch a brow at him, "I hope you're keeping within the legal drinking limit, Coach?"

Letting out a little snicker, Negan lights a cigarette and blows out some smoke. "Of course, I am, Officer... only had one drink, as I always do..." he grins broadly at you in response.

"Good, I don't want to have to drag your ass in for a DUI..."

Negan couldn't help but chuckle then, "no ma'am..."

Killing his cigarette, Negan licks his top lip, shoving his hands into his pockets then. "Talking about drinking... we still up for that drink we spoke of?"

You were caught off-guard for a second at his remark, you had honestly believed he had only mentioned about catching up in order to be nice. Why else but that? He couldn't truly want to have a friendly chat with you. Not after how the last encounter between the two of you ten years ago had ended. It might have been years ago, but it ended on a sour note, and then you never saw each other again up until now.

"Oh that..." you nervously giggled. "Sure."

"Awesome..." Negan smirks, very much pleased with himself. "How about tomorrow?"

"My shift only ends at eight..."

"No problem..." Negan flashes you a dimpled smirk, "what ya say to meeting here at nine?"

"Won't that be a bit late for you?" you stare at him in surprise, wondering if his wife would have a problem with it or not.

"Nah, a late evening drink sounds just peachy..." Negan comments, bouncing his brows up and down in excitement.

Not exactly knowing what to make out of him and the entire situation, you faintly smile at him. "I guess it's settled then..."

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