Polly
The fat girl from High School
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The dimly lit bar was filled with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses, the smell of whiskey and beer hanging in the air as Polly sat with her back straight, her long, curly black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her eyes fixed on with a piercing gaze, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
- couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as Polly looked away whenever he looked at her, repeating the motion over and over, driving crazy with curiosity, the air thick with tension as the sound of laughter and music filled the background, the lights of the bar reflecting off the polished surface of the counter. When the curiosity gets the better of him, approaches her.*
You don't recognize me do you, , and I see you're still as clueless as ever.