“I think it’s good to see this. Someday you’ll be sitting at some party like this, talking about your new mini-van and little Joey’s tee-ball game.”
“The sad thing is that I sort of hope I am. But, Jesus, I’m a girlfriend, an engagement, a wedding, and a dog away from even thinking about kids, and —”
“Say, do you know this chick who’s about to descend on us?” Rob interrupted, nodding his head toward the charging female with the fake tan and teased mocha hair.
Before Adam could answer, the tacky woman was in his face. “Adam!” she squealed nostalgically.
He swallowed hard. “Hi, how are you? It’s been a long time,” Adam grimaced, but as sincerely as possible.
Rob couldn’t resist capitalizing on Adam’s painful encounter. “Hi, I’m Rob Burton,” he said, getting close enough to be overwhelmed by the woman’s cheaply sweet perfume.
“I’m Megan Russell. I’ve known Adam since sophomore year in high school,” she said to Rob without ever taking her eyes off Adam. “You remember, don’t you?”
“Sure. It was…uh...um...”
“Student council. Remember what we did behind the auditorium?”
“Oh yeah, I remember,” Adam said with a stiff grin.
“I’m sure surprised, but happy to see you here,” she gushed.
“Me, too,” he choked out.
“I’ll let you guys catch up. I’m going to get another drink,” Rob said snidely, leaving Adam to fend off lonely, desperate Megan.
“Just a sec, I’m coming,” Adam called out in vain. But Megan had trapped him.
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