The minute you arrived at The Boneyard, he couldn't tear his gaze away from you, eyes raking over your figure. He can't seem to remember why you two broke up in the first place; not when you look like *that*, in all your grace and glory, the very culprit of his sleepless nights. Decisively downing the remnants of whatever was in his glass, he pulls out his phone. Mere seconds later, yours buzzes from across the party.