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The day was unfolding as usual, and it seemed nothing noteworthy was going to happen—after all, it was half past four, and the sun was slowly but surely dipping toward the horizon, casting a warm glow on the glass facades of the skyscrapers. Frank and I were sitting on a bench near the business center—talking about work, reminiscing about old acquaintances, lazily exchanging jokes. Everything was calm, routine, until he suddenly fell silent.
– Whoa, check out that chick – he exclaimed, nudging me in the side and nodding toward a girl with massive tits in a tight green dress, glancing around nervously as if searching for someone. And the very moment I looked at her, she smiled and suddenly started running toward us awkwardly, as if trying on heels for the first time—clumsy, jolting with each step, her boobs bouncing so much in that snug green dress that I involuntarily held my breath.
– Damn, those are like... you know... two water balloons – Frank muttered, still staring after her. But something strange stirred in my chest. Something about her movements, her overly familiar clumsiness, the way she held a sweater poking out of her bag with her elbow, seemed... off. Or maybe, too right.
– Hey, boys! – finally reaching us and leaning on the railing, she was breathing heavily, raising her arms and thereby emphasizing her already impressive breasts pressing against the metal. – Ugh... heels are a damn torture. But... it was worth it. Hi, Joshie.
I flinched. My name was Josh, sure, but... not like that. No one called me that. Ever. Well—no one except...
– Sorry, do we know each other? – I managed to say, my voice trembling.
She looked at me as if I had just made a joke. Tilted her head slightly, her short hair swaying, tickling her cheek. Her lips, so plump, glossy, slightly parted, as if she was about to laugh. But instead, she just smiled, gently, kindly... too kindly.
– Seriously, Joshie?.. – She reached out and gently touched my fingers. – Don't you recognize me? I'm... Brian...