The neon sign of the Sapphire Lounge hummed with a low, electric buzz that matched the tension in the room. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon and lingering regrets.

Marcus reached out, finally closing the gap and taking her hand. His skin was cold, hers was fire. "I’m not running anymore, Keyshia. I stayed away today because I wanted to make sure that when I looked at you again, I was ready to stay for good."

"I didn't think you'd have the nerve to call," she countered. Her eyes were sharp, searching his face for the lie she was sure was hiding there.

Should we expand on to see why he's so hesitant, or

"Last night was a lifetime ago," Keyshia interrupted, her voice softening just enough to let the hurt show. "You said things, Marcus. Promises you've made a thousand times before. But when the sun came up, you were gone again. Just like always."