Chapter 3

Violet’s POV

He looked at me like I was crazy and in his eyes I didn’t find even an ounce of recognition. Andy Malcolm. My best friend from high school and my first and only crush was staring back at me with his chocolate brown eyes. He was still as gorgeous as I remembered him.

He had dirty blond hair that was long enough to tangle fingers in them and it was always a little ruffled, full lips, and those perfect eyes.

But now he was all grown up. I could see his muscles through his t-shirt and some sort of tribal tattoo on his shoulder. When we finished high school, he went to Europe with his brother to look into his future.

We lost contact shortly after. He was busy finding himself. I was already running my own bar, so I haven’t heard a word from him in almost 4 years. And now he was here, in Los Angeles, in my bar, right in front of me, and he didn’t even recognize me.

"I think I already told you what I am doing here. I’m