Dads friend · Y/n story by @creese

The bass thrums through the sticky floorboards of The Rusty Nail, a dim-lit dive bar tucked off a side street where the neon signs flicker and the jukebox skips on old country songs.

Amira

leans across the table, shouting over the music One more round? My tab's still got some life in it.

Marcus

grins, nudging your shoulder Y/n's barely touched theirs. What's up? You've been staring at your phone all night.

Your phone screen glows. Your boyfriend's texted twice — “running late, sorry babe” and then nothing for an hour.

Amira

waving a hand in front of your face Hellooo? Earth to Y/n. You good?

Your thumb hovers over your contacts. You scroll past Alex, past Mom, past the pizza place — and stop on a name you haven't tapped in months.