Okay. I'm awfully sorry for not updating. I have no good explanation, really; I just haven't been doing too well for a while.

I haven't abandoned this, honest, but updates might be less frequent and irregular until I get my head straight. At the moment I don't feel like writing very much.

Thank you for the follows, favourites, and reviews. They really are all very much appreciated.

I also hope you don't think this chapter was a bit far fetched or random but for some reason I couldn't really write it any other way.

Lots of love xxx

She was instantly hit with a wave of sound and reeled back slightly. Wincing as a building headache started pounding against her skull, she walked further in, scanning the busy area for Daniel.

She spotted him already seated at the bar with a coat thrown over the seat next to him, saving it for her. She remembered when those little gestures had used to make her smile inwardly; now that the pretence was over she felt more ashamed that she had ever fallen for it all.

She hesitated before walking over to him, tapping him on the shoulder gingerly.

He turned and she saw that he was already drunk. He smiled and the wide grin reminded her of the way a shark looks as it bares its teeth and circles its prey.

He moved his coat from the stool next to him and motioned for her to have a seat.

'Sit.' He told her, and she did, shivering despite the warmth of the bar.

He frowned when he saw goosebumps on her flesh.

'Have my coat.' He slurred, and draped it over her shoulders, rubbing her back to create friction.

'I missed you.' He said, hugging her tight.

Jenna was bewildered; what had happened to the angry, hard, vicious Daniel? The Daniel she was seeing right now was the Daniel of old; the Daniel she'd fallen in love with. And when he was looking at her with his blue eyes and smiling so warmly she wasn't sure what to think.

'I...missed you, too.' She ventured. Was this a test?

He turned away and held up his hand for another drink. 'The same again, please.' He told the bartender. 'And a glass of red wine for the beautiful girl beside me.' He winked at Jenna and she forced a smile onto her face.

She was sure that her complete confusion must be written plainly across her face, but if it was, he hadn't noticed it at all.

She was still dwelling over the fact that he'd called her beautiful, a word she hadn't heard in association with herself for a long time. Would he still say the same thing when he saw the deep, angry lines running across her upper arms?

She shook the thoughts away angrily. Whatever game he was playing at, she wouldn't allow herself to take the bait.

When she wine came she sipped at it hastily, grateful for something to do other than sit and fidget awkwardly.

They didn't really have a conversation, as such, leaving muttered half-sentences awkwardly hanging in the smoky air. Jenna was still waiting for some sort of explanation, although she didn't really expect one. So she was surprised when one came; Daniel turned to her and waved his phone at he as if it was a clue.

'When I got your text,' He told her, 'I realised that maybe I've been a bit harsh on you.'

There was a horrible silence as Jenna tried to decide on whether to laugh or cry at the absurd understatement.

Daniel seemed to clue in to her hesitation and had the grace to look away awkwardly.

'I just want to start again.' He said. 'Pretend that this is the first time we met. I'm so sorry, Jenna, I really am. I regret everything and I will do anything to make it up to you.'

Despite the hint of slurring that the drink had effected his voice with, it rang with sincerity and Jenna found herself leaning towards him eagerly. Could it be true? She'd often imagined something like this, a simple reunion between them, although she'd always imagined it to be slightly more romantic than a busy bar.

Intoxicated with the thought of her life returning to the peaceful state it had been, in she couldn't resist nodding.

'Okay.' She breathed, a heady rush flooding her and sweeping away the last of her common sense and inhibitions.
He smiled and she smiled back timidly, hand clutching her now empty wine glass with a new determination. I'll get things right, this time - she promised herself. I'll make it work.