He stood up, tucked his chin into his jacket, and walked out into the cool night air. As he started his car, a familiar melody began to play on the radio. He sat in the driveway for a long time, letting the lyrics bridge the gap between where he was and where she might be, hoping that somewhere in the city of big shoulders, she was humming along and thinking of him.
Chase looked up, a bittersweet smile tugging at his mouth. "Yeah," he said, finishing his drink. "Just wishing for something I probably shouldn't." CHASE WRIGHT - Wish Youd Miss Me
"You okay, man?" the bartender asked, wiping down the counter. He stood up, tucked his chin into his