The glass slipped from my grasp. I was too shocked to hold onto it, so it fell to the floor and shattered into a pile of shards. Molly screamed again, but Lucke didn't flinch; he kept looking at me with a gaze that was both icy and fiery. As if he wanted to take me but push me away at the same time. What on earth? I shook my head, surely the alcohol was making me hallucinate. My ex couldn't be here, looking at me like that.
"Do you know her, Lucke?" Molly asked.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. He was my Lucke.
His eyes locked onto mine so intensely that I had to grip the counter to keep from falling. My legs felt too weak to support me. I allowed myself to look back at him, unable to really believe he was here, in front of me after two years. My lower lip started to tremble
