"Can I ask how old you are?"
"Eighteen."
"To think you already have six lovers at such a young age."
"Kid. To think you would have that much drive in ya."
When Joanne started to interrogate me, an old man joined our conversation. The old man was a man that could be seen anywhere else. He had a drink on him but was sober.
"I like you. How about it? A story wouldn't be too hard to ask for."
The old man was the most chill person I had ever seen. One will think he is stoned, but he is completely fine.
Joanne was interested in what I had to say. With this random old man urging me to tell about the girls I was with, I might as well do so to pass the time.
"Constance. That is the person I am trying to find."
When I mentioned that I was trying to find Constance, the old man didn't know what I was talking about. I wouldn't go into detail, as I didn't know him well.
"She is a beautiful woman who is stacked."
"Stacked?"