"You see," Angique went on. "When you add 1 to another 1, you get 2, most of the time." She chuckled and sipped. "At least I do. And that is how I cam...e to thinking you got hurt by someone or something, sometime recent."Silence."Because, you know," Angique carried on, undisturbed. "This place has been my watering hole for years, and I am not at all sure that I am happy with this bunch coming over. You see, this has always been a place where women with a certain, let's say lifestyle felt that. . whatever it was that we had; I still wasn’t entirely sure. It seemed to be somewhere in that no-man’s land of something more than friendship, but something less than a romantic relationship.However, that wasn’t important at that moment, because this was no ordinary breakfast. It was Lisa’s first pre-race meal. Lisa’s first-ever 5K was two hours away.She took a deep breath and a sip of water before answering. “Nervous. Excited. Worried I’m going to throw up breakfast,” she said with a shaky. When she came out of it, she seemed fine, though she still has some symptoms. She has a long way to go to recover.”“Thanks, Mrs. Spencer. We’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”I hung up and dialed Andreas. He suggested I take the day off because he had already made arrangements for the rounds I had been making. He said me he’d see me next Saturday.A couple of minutes before 4:30pm a yellow, four-door Plymouth Fury, which looked as big as a boat, docked in our driveway. It looked to be about eight. Kissing Kindra alone felt to be quite thrilling. I knew we just had sex with each other and Mr. Finn, but of course, we needed the spark, which we clearly had.Although, after five nonstop minutes, I calmly let my lips off hers. "I'll do your work for you, boos," I said before I slowly rose up to my feet.I went right to her desk and picked up the papers and a pen.After that, I made eye contact with him and closed the gap between us. "So, can we get you to sign with us then, Mr. Finn?" Yes, I'd.