The bar smelled like cigarette smoke and alcohol. When the bartender saw Nathan finishing his drink, he immediately poured another glass.

Nathan sat there alone, waiting. He didn’t like waiting, but tonight mattered. It was almost monumental, because tomorrow, everything would end.

A perfume, far too sweet for his taste, drifted into his senses. Then, not long after, perfectly manicured nails brushed his shoulder.

"Long time no see, Nathan," a confident, familiar female voice ...