“What!?” I exclaimed loudly. “Wait, are you absolutely certain that it was actually her?” I wondered, not wanting to get my hopes up.

“About my height, nice tits, tiny little waist?” Marcia nodded, taking a sip of wine from a red solo cup.

“Yep, that’s her. And damn, rub it in, why don’t you?” I sighed.

“She didn’t look too happy either. Perhaps someone broke her heart?”

“Do you think so? Really?” I wondered, ...