Chase Wright - Wish Youd Miss Me < AUTHENTIC >

"You okay, man?" the bartender asked, wiping down the counter.

It had been six months since Maya left for Chicago. Six months of silence, except for the occasional "like" on a photo—a digital breadcrumb that led nowhere. CHASE WRIGHT - Wish Youd Miss Me

The neon sign of "The Bluebird" flickered, casting a rhythmic red glow over the wet pavement. Inside, the air smelled of stale beer and old heartbreaks, but Chase didn't mind. He leaned against the mahogany bar, his fingers tracing the condensation on his glass. He wasn't there for the drink; he was there for the ghost of a girl who used to sit on the stool next to him. "You okay, man