DÉJÀ VU

Déjà Vu.

Everything that was happening right that moment felt like déjà vu to Emily.

A month ago, she had walked into this same bar, with Drew by her side. He had been exactly in that position, seated, while exhaling out smoke from his system, but this time around, there was a difference.

The difference was that she was the one who had willingly come here with Drew, and this time, he wasn't winking at her, as he tried to get her to come to him. He was ...