There were only three other diners in the place. A booth held two girls yapping about wedding planning. A familiar looking red head sat alone eating a pizza. But, red heads all look the same (don't hit me Peaker) and I was still focused on work so I thought nothing of it until she left.
I used my CrackBerry to get to the bottom of things by trading texts with Windy:
[JB] What is your red headed friend's name who moved to Dallas and had gone out with Bruce? Was it Cindy?The last time I saw Cindy, I was living in Austin and partying with Windy's Austin crew on 6th St. for a birthday three years ago. Small freekeeng planet.
[Windy] Yes, Cindy. She's about to move to Chicago. She was in Austin yesterday.
[JB] Huh. Ask her if she just ate pizza at Central Market. I was sitting behind her and didn't get a solid look. But, I think it was her.
[Windy] Yep, that was her. She thought I was a psychic. She asked if that was you.
1 comment:
ahem, KEB will hit you though.
we don't all look alike. all BRUNETTES do.
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