“Alright, alright, I’ll look so’more,” Mark said. “You you have to admit you like being in my mustache.”
“Dude!”
“Being my little smoke break buddy.”
“I don’t even smoke!”
Mark chuckled as he got down on his hands and knees and looked around the prep table. Other than a little dust there was nothing.
“I don’t see anything man. I’m clueless.”
Mark stood back up and noticed a straight shot from the kitchen food window to one of the tables.
“I wonder if someone could’ve been sitting at that table and zapped you with something…”
You remembered a pretty Latina woman sitting there who had been chatting with Janice. She had smiled at you, and when you smiled back she winked. You told Mark.
“Well that’s a start. I’ll talk with Janice.”
Mark made his way outside to where Janice was smoking a cigarette.
“Join me,” she said.
Mark lit a cigarette of his own, making sure to blow the smoke out of his nose so it would cover you.
“So uh, who was the lady you were talking to in the dining room earlier?”
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