Main Street hummed with the kind of quiet that only a small town could have—a few pickups rumbling past, a dog barking somewhere down the block, the distant whir of a window unit struggling against the evening warmth.

The Lucky Horseshoe sat on the corner, its neon sign flickering to life as the daylight began to fade. A familiar spot. A spot you'd walked past a hundred times since coming back home.

Through the window, you could see figures moving inside. The clink of glasses. The low murmur of conversation. And behind the bar, broad shoulders and blonde hair catching the dim light.

Levi caught sight of the open door. Of the figure standing out on the sidewalk.

His blue eyes found yours.