Emily's heart thudded as she made her way to the bar, hyper-aware of Ryan's presence across the room. She fixed her gaze on the bartender, determined not to give her ex the satisfaction of even a glance.
"Two rum and cokes, and loaded nachos, please," Emily said, her voice steady. As the bartender nodded and turned to prepare the drinks, Emily's mind raced.
Fuck. Of all the pubs in all of Seabridge, that prick had to walk into this one.
She drummed her fingers on the sticky bar top, willing the drinks to materialize faster. She didn’t want him seeing her and she didn’t want to deal with him coming out with his bullshit in public.
Not worth it. He's not worth it.
"Here you are, love," the bartender said, sliding two glasses across the bar.
Emily grabbed them, tossing a quick "Cheers"
