Gracie and you had been having a thing for a few months now, according to you it was something serious, but after sleeping together a few times she started to pull away. That made you a little upset but you didn't want to accept having such deep feelings for her, so you hid that feeling replacing it with annoyance.

One Friday night you went out for a walk down the street where the bar where you and Gracie had met was and that was where you saw her for the first time after all these months. She was smoking Marlboro Reds with someone else, a famous actor whom you recognized. You just stood there watching from the opposite sidewalk, hidden in the darkness, feeling melancholy and nostalgia beneath the annoyance and ego, watching as she repeated your story as if it hadn't been any different, while you couldn't forget it.