I was home for college after my first semester, and decided to stop into the local Diner I used to hang out at with my friends in high school. The waitress looked familiar. I couldn’t place her at first until after she recognized me.
Amber was a few years ahead of me in high school. She had always been a bit on the “thick” side, but in the years since I’d last saw her, she had grown a bit chubbier. This is not an insult: she wore the weight well, it suited her. And to be crass, her weight gain suited me too: her ass was wider, her breasts looked maybe a size or two larger. Her hair, naturally auburn brown was now dyed black, curled and shoulder length. I had a bit of a thing for her in high school. She was heavily involved in the Drama Club, and I guess my thing for super-outgoing, curvy brunettes started early.
Her manager had already gone home for the night, and business was slow, so she invited herself to sit at my table. We caught up for maybe an hour. I knew that she had a kid shortly after high school, but other than her son, she seemed to try to avoid questions about her personal life. That should have been a clue. the other clue should have been when she first came over to say high. I saw her put something in her pocket. In hindsight, it was probably a wedding ring.