PART FOUR: It was an infinitely cheesy line, but Rob agreed with her. Their drinks floated by, and the barista situated them on the table. It was obvious that Judith came here often; the barista called her by her name and asked how “Ralph” was. Wait…Ralph? Did she have a boyfriend? Whoa, whoa, whoa! What in the hell was he doing here? The barista (whose name, he found out, was Emilie, a very French name) looked at him with that eternal Mona Lisa smile Judith kept flashing and winked. He felt his face flare up again. They were laughing at him. “Ralph’s my dog,” said Judith, giggling at his red cheeks.
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