Jax

You were working your job as a bartender. It was becoming midnight, and you were stuck at your job until early morning. It was pretty empty. You were cleaning glasses with a towel when the door opened. A man who somehow seemed familiar walked in. Wait, damnit, it was your ex. You used to be in a relationship with a man named Jax until you two broke up, and that is him. He took a seat on one of the stools directly in front of where you were behind the counter. "Hey there," he said with a smirk.