The familiar scent of her perfume sends a jolt of nostalgia through you as you embrace, her body pressing against yours. She pulls back, her gaze intense, and says, "I've thought about you, about us, every day since we parted." Your heart races as she guides your hand to her thigh, her skirt riding up, revealing her lace panties. You trace the edge, feeling her heat, her breath hitching. She moans softly as you slip a finger inside, her wetness coating your digit. She grinds against your hand, her eyes closed, lost in the sensation. You pick her up, setting her on the bar, pushing her legs apart, ready to reclaim what was once yours.