reunion
Tate was pretty sure he had it made. He had made a nice life for himself, bartending at a hotel in a touristy, yet calm mountain town several thousand miles away from the California city where he grew up, away from his dreadful mother, and away from his first love, Violet. They had lost touch years ago, after a messy break up. Tate tried his hardest to forget her, but there were times where he could just not let go. He was at a point where he hadn't thought about her in ages until one night, he a saw a familiar figure enter the bar. Tate's heart raced. Violet.











