20 Cigarettes: Morgan Wallen

It was supposed to be one night.
Just a bar, a drink she didn't want, and a few hours she didn't have.

Blair Calloway doesn't do distractions.
Not with finals around the corner. Not with early morning practices. Not with a life that's been carefully planned down to the minute. She's the kind of girl who says no, who stays focused, who doesn't let herself get pulled into things she can't control.

So when her friends drag her out anyway, she tells herself it won't mean anything.

Just a few drinks.
A little music.
Then she'll go home.

But somewhere between the noise, the neon lights, and the quiet moment outside the bar... she meets him.

He's not loud.
Not trying to impress anyone.
Just leaning against a wall with a cigarette in his hand, like he's got all the time in the world.

And for reasons she can't explain, she stays.

What starts as a conversation turns into something slower. Deeper. Easier than it should be. The kind of night that stretches without either of them noticing-where minutes feel like hours and nothing else seems to matter.

By the end of it, she'll know the sound of his voice.
The way he looks at her when she's not paying attention.
The exact moment she should've walked away.

But she didn't.

And that's the problem.

Because some nights don't stay in the past.
Some nights replay.
Over and over again.