Google came up blank and suggested a dozen other addresses that weren’t even close.Fuck you, Quentin!The ghost of my latest rejection haunted me. As...I turned the coin over and over. The Latin writing on the coin translated to “All who enter must pass through the gate and pay the toll.”My mind considered what had happened at the diner this morning and then there was something about the coin that seemed to have its own magic. I searched the internet for explanations for what happened and. Over the next hour or so, they shared everything, their education, family background, personal lives, Charlotte’s divorce… and as the wine kept flowing, the conversation got more and more candid. That was when the first bottle of wine ran out. After ordering a second bottle, they also ordered lunch; two of the Bistro’s famous Cobb Salads with their signature dressing, and as they ate, they shared more conversation, and more wine.When they finished their salads, Julie said, “So has Jamie had any. .nothing else seemed to matter.Suddenly I looked to the door and girl I'd been waiting for entered. She was wearing a tight white top which was showing plenty of cleavage and some small shorts showing of her amazing legs. But when she entered I wasn't expecting her to be in tears and crying her eyes out. Some guys in the Cue had been giving her some trouble and she had ended up slapping one of them. She immediately ran over to me and buried her head in to my chest crying and wrapping her arms. Lola couldn’t think of a better suited word to describe him other than beautiful. He was perfection to her. Lola would watch James night after night, coming home in the early hours of the morning with a constant stream of beautiful girls, always blonde, always tanned and always bubbly and bright. Lola knew that she’d never stand a chance with James because she was the complete opposite of these girls, Lola was pale to their tan, she was tall and svelte to their small and petite, she was busty.