It was a 40 minute process from start to finish, if only because she spent a full 20 minutes just standing under the warm spray of the shower. Make up...was applied quickly and sparingly before she moved back to her room, pulling on a pair of wide leg blue jeans, tattered and paling from wear, followed by a vintage t-shirt from some town in New York’s recreational soccer league. She was number 12, sponsored by Donny’s Pizza. Denim jacket completed the outfit, she checked herself in the mirror.. I knew exactly what they were thinking, but she didn't seem to notice. I went and sat down at one of the table's to get a closer look at her when I hard her boss tell her she was done with her shift for today. So she got her purse and started walking until she stoped at a restaurant to have lunch I started following her and sat down one table away from her when a guy in a baseball cap sat down at her table and started talking to her. I could here him saying "Hay baby, your so hot! if you come. Me. You’re. Staying. Cyn.’ He punctuates each word with a kiss on the nape of her neck. Her head tilts back and she sighs with one long exhalation. ‘I’m staying.’ All the anger and tension drains out of his body and he looks wrung out for one moment, then playful again. ‘That is a binding legal contract. I’m holding you to it.’ ‘What gets me is that there’s a grudge fucking clause to this contract.’ She looks pensive. ‘Oh yeah! Grudge fucking, I almost forgot.’ He seizes her suddenly and. ”I then did a little lip biting myself before I said “Well, you have talked to one of them already, at least on the phone. Darla Little Buck was my mom’s best friend, and each was maid of honor at their weddings.”“Wait, you mean you lived with Kim and her family!” Linda sputtered.I nodded. “Yep, we had been dating for about 6 months before my mom died. Once my dad took the offer here in LA we both knew that was going to come to an end though. That was when we decided that we were going to go.