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As Y/n pushed open the creaky door to the dimly lit bar, her heart began to race. She had heard that Harry, her ex, was bartending there, and though their breakup had been messy, she couldn't resist the urge to see him. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she scanned the room, searching for his familiar face amidst the crowd of strangers.
She felt her heart skip as she walked towards the bar, finally spotting Harry. She could recognize his long, curly hair from anywhere. Harry had a hand towel draped over one shoulder and was busy restocking shot glasses behind the bar. As Y/n approached, he looked up, and their eyes met. She held her breath, but Harry smiled, and she felt relief wash over her. Even though they'd been broken up for six months, and their relationship had taken a nosedive towards the end, Y/n didn't think there would ever be a time when Harry's smile didn't give her butterflies.
"Hey there, stranger," Harry said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "What can I get you?"
"Can I have a whiskey, please, if you have it?" Y/n asked.
"Japanese whiskey?" Harry guessed, raising an eyebrow.
Y/n smiled in response. "You haven't forgotten," she said.
"Your ex-girlfriend's favourite drink isn't something you really forget," Harry replied, giving Y/n another smile before he got to work preparing her drink. Y/n couldn't help admiring him as he worked. He looked great, as always, with those dimples in his smile and piercing green eyes still making her heart race. It was like no time had passed at all.
As Y/n sipped her drink, she and Harry exchanged playful banter and reminisced about old times. They laughed together, and Y/n felt her guard slowly come down. She had forgotten how good it felt to be around him.
"Why did we even break up?" Harry asked, his voice soft and vulnerable. He gazed into Y/n's eyes, causing her stomach to flutter.
Y/n's cheeks flushed as she looked away, trying to forget the painful memory. But as Harry got closer, a pang of longing stirred within her.
"I don't know," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "I guess maybe we just weren't right for each other."
Harry nodded, his eyes sad. "I always thought we had something special."
Y/n looked at him, feeling a lump in her throat. Maybe they had made a mistake. Maybe they were meant to be together.
No, that time had passed. It had been six months. If they were going to get back together, they likely would've done it by now. Y/n downed the rest of her whiskey. She had to get out of here and away from her charming ex before she fell right back under his spell. But as she got up to leave, Harry touched her hand. "Can we talk again sometime? About us?" he asked, his voice hopeful.
Y/n hesitated, then nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. She wasn't sure where this was going or what she was doing. Whether she was making an ass of herself or simply giving love a second chance. Either way, she knew that she wanted to find out.
"See you again, love," Harry said as Y/n left. And she smiled because she knew he would.
