
"Do you remember the night this played at the pier?" she asked.
Elias sat at the corner of the bar, nursing a bourbon he didn’t really want. He was waiting for Maya. They hadn’t spoken in three years—not since the night he’d let his pride get in the way of a "forever" kind of thing. Then, the DJ dropped the needle. Jeffrey Osbourne You Should Be Mine (woo woo song)
Just as the first iconic erupted from the speakers, the heavy oak door of the lounge swung open. Maya walked in. She was wearing a coat the color of autumn leaves, looking exactly like the memory Elias had been running from. "Do you remember the night this played at the pier
“You... you should be mine...” Jeffrey’s silky voice filled the air. They hadn’t spoken in three years—not since the
She laughed, and for a second, the three years between them vanished. The song was reaching its peak now, Jeffrey Osborne practically begging for another shot at love. It was the perfect soundtrack for a man who had realized too late that everything he needed had walked out the door years ago.
Maya looked at his hand, then back at his eyes. The music was fading into that smooth, rhythmic groove of the outro. She reached out and took his hand.
She froze when she heard the music. A small, sad smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She didn't go to a table; she walked straight to the bar and sat two stools away from him.