I was done. Tired of Lena blowing up my phone, accusing me of cheating when I was at work all day. I sent the fateful text shutting our relationship down, and went back to talking to Ken.
“Want to get Wafflehouse?”
Wafflehouse was nothing new to us, but with the opening of one in our town, we got to save thirty minutes of travel time to get cheap, greasy food.
We sat at what would later become our regular table and the waitress came up. Mari. We had gone to high school together and were pretty close back then. I thought she was still out at college.
Very skinmy and frail thanks to genetics and a high metabolism, Mari stood at just over five and a half feet and 90 pounds soaking wet. She had strawberry blonde hair and often stood with a tilt in her hips. She was tiny, but a small bubble butt poked through her work pants. I had once saw her changing at a pool party, and knew she had tiny pink nipples on the smallest hint of mounds. I thought she was gorgeous.
“Holy crap. Hey Zee.”
“Hey, Mari. How’ve you been?”