I looked over and saw a familiar face, but her name escaped me. "You are...?"

"Sophia Martinez, don't you remember me?"

Sophia had been my high school classmate—the school beauty queen. She wasn't that tall, but she had an amazing figure. Some guys even used to joke that they'd die happy if they could spend just one night in Sophia Martinez's arms.

I smiled. "Of course I remember you. Just didn't recognize you at first."

She giggled. ...