I knew it was her.
From the very moment she walked in, her eyes did not look at anyone else. She sat down, ordered some wine.
I sat there. Waiting. Admiring. Imagining the things we could do together.
She got up. Walked up to me.
I sat there in silence.
She stopped right in front of me and said:
Don’t you wish your girl friend was hot like me?
I stood up. Put my head down. Walked out. Humiliated.