“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, perhaps a little too eagerly.
“Really,” she said, swirling her cup.
“That seems rather sudden. I literally just saw her wearing the ring two days ago… also, how did you find that wine? Did they have it at the market?” I asked, confused.
“Dunno, packed it in my luggage, didn’t wanna risk it.”
“Smart thinking. Give me a glass of that… err… a cup.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?” she questioned with a raised brow.