As soon as he returned to Los Angeles, Martin received a call from Aniston. Instead of rushing home, he went to the hotel they had agreed to meet at.
In the suite at the Four Seasons Hotel, flames ignited as soon as the two met.
The story of a teenager and a goddess in real-life posters entered a whole new phase.
Finally satisfied, Aniston lay askew on the couch and said, "There's one thing I'm very curious about."
Martin wrapped his arms around her and asked, "What's that?"
Turning her head to look at him, Aniston's eyes were filled with doting affection, "Be honest with me, was your place really plastered with my posters?"
Martin knew he must not change his story, as everything he had said before would fall apart, "Of course, it's just that they aren't there anymore."
"Why?" Aniston asked.
"They all got damaged," Martin's fingers touched Aniston's lips, "They all turned into holes, and I was too embarrassed to let anyone see, so I took them all down."