Anne hears a familiar voice, she's not to thrilled to hear it.
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"Bartender! I'd like a Salty Llama!" A gentleman called out behind Anne.
She recognized that voice and she kept her head down, hoping to not be noticed by Arturo.
Is he stalking her? He just happened to show up when she's trying to find somebody new.
The drink is passed off to him and Anne watches him walk out to the patio.
She sighs deeply, "He's the last person I wanted to see tonight, I didn't wanna be reminded of our last failed date."
She sat there another hour, downing another drink.
Upon getting up to use the washroom, she hears groaning and moaning from outside. She gulped thinking Arturo was out here fucking some broad.
Anne decided to go take a look, she wanted to know what's going on, if it was even him doing it.
She goes through the side door and out onto the patio, she almost drops her drink at the sight before her.
"Hey Anne, didn't see you there." He groans, pounding into the man under him.
"A-Arturo...." She inhales sharply, "sorry I didn't know it was you out here."
"And I'm sorry for not telling you I was gay." He pants, picking up speed.
Anne held her burning red cheeks, "it's fine! Have fun!" She turns and rushes back inside. It all made sense now why he wasn't accepting her flirtatious advances and Anne then realized she over reacted about him making eye-contact with the other woman. She felt bad for reacting so foolishly, just out of fear from her past.
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