The Returning Ex

Ian sang another love song after spending some time with Sophia. The volume of the music was so soft that he was almost singing a cappella. Silence befell the bar all of a sudden, and all of the noise had died down.

The lights were dimmed while Ian was almost shining as he sat under the spotlight. Sophia rested her chin on her hands that were in turn rested on the table as she observed Ian intently. When he reached the middle of his song, he cast a glance at her, and the both of them exchanged a smile while holding their gazes.

Sophia opened the beer after ordering some side dishes, which, in her opinion, would go well with the beer. While it was her intention to only drink a little, the beer was so weak that she felt nothing but bloated after a bottle of it, thus proceeded to open the second bottle.

Some bold audience had the waiter buy some flowers to be given to Ian on stage, throughout which Sophia watched while smiling like a fool. Such a sight had to be commonplace for Ian as he thanked that person after stopping the song. He then left the flower on the ground beside him before continuing with his song.

However, Sophia’s gaze was fixated on the bunch of flowers when she realized she never received a single bunch of it despite her age. Not only did she never receive flowers, but she also never got to pursue a romantic relationship, thus never knew of the embarrassment while holding a boy’s hand.

to be shy around him in the beginning, her love was unknown

her heart was feeling numb, but she figured her situation was for the best now that she was divorced. Although her heart was cold, she had the opportunity then to find someone who would warm

still very much intact. She had the waiter bring two more bottles, only to have him respond, “Since you’re here with a friend, two bottles might not be enough,

checking the items she had on the table, Sophia nodded in agreement. “Sure, why not.” She wasn’t in dire need of money, so it didn’t matter to

of beer, then opening two of them for her. There was a seductiveness in her gaze as she thanked the waiter, to which the latter responded with a

filled her own glass while listening to the rest of Ian’s song, but a woman approached him before he was able to leave the stage. It was apparent from her wobbly steps that she was drunk while she stood before Ian to tell him something. The smile on Ian’s face

hand, Sophia nearly lost her cool as she sat crossed-legged on the chair while leaning against it. Upon closer observation, she figured that a lot of women would like Ian for his handsome features and nice