Y/N's POV:
I'm at the bar, anxiously waiting for my boyfriend to meet me. We had planned this night out, and this bar is the closest to his work—his idea of convenience.
An hour passes, and there's still no sign of him. Is he really blowing me off? I keep calling, my phone buzzing in my hand, but it just goes to voicemail each time.
Suddenly, Nicholas catches my eye from across the bar.
I take a deep breath and attempt to call again, hoping this time he'll pick up.
"Who's been calling fifty times?" Nicholas asks, surprising me as he sidles up next to me.
"Excuse me?" I glance up at him.
"Who's not answering?" he inquires, his eyes glimmering with mischief.
"Um, my boyfriend," I reply, just as my call goes to voicemail again.
"If I were him, I would've picked up after the first call," he says, stepping closer, casual yet confident.
"Would you?" I challenge him, raising an eyebrow.
"Wanna try?" he smirks, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Nicholas," I sigh, feeling the tension.
"If you were mine..." he trails off, a teasing tone in his voice.
"I still have a boyfriend," I remind him, but even I can hear the uncertainty in my voice.
"He's not here tonight," Nicholas points out, leaning slightly closer.
"Well, he's going to show. Just watch," I say, trying to convince myself more than him.
"Y/N, you've called him fifty times. You've been waiting over an hour. He's not coming," Nicholas states, the obvious truth hanging heavy in the air.
"Wow, way to soften the blow, man," I retort, feeling a little defensive.
"I didn't mean it like that. You shouldn't be waiting on him like this. Come on, let's have some fun," Nicholas suggests, his expression earnest.
"Okay, yeah, let's have some fun," I agree, trying to shake off the disappointment.
"Atta girl! First, shots!" he declares, taking my hand and leading me to the bar.
"Four shots, please," Nicholas orders with a charming grin.
The bartender sets down the drinks, and I can't help but raise an eyebrow. "Two each?"
"Absolutely. You can't just start off with one; you've got to let loose, Y/N," he insists, his excitement infectious.
I nod, feeling a rush of adrenaline, and grab the two shots, downing them in quick succession.
"Damn, slow down! Not too fast," Nicholas warns, though there's a hint of amusement in his voice.
"No, you're right! I need to let loose and have fun, so let's do this," I declare, making him chuckle.
After our shots, I opt for a martini while Nicholas sticks with whiskey. We're engaged in light conversation when my phone buzzes again.
At first, I don't catch it until Nicholas nudges me. "You going to get that?"
"Oh yeah, thanks," I say, pulling my phone from my pocket. It's my boyfriend.
I hesitate, staring at the screen, unsure if I should answer or just let it ring.
"Who is it?" Nicholas asks, glancing at my phone.
"Uhhh..." I fumble, and he snatches it from my hand, recognizing the name.
