Page 182 of Face Off Flirting

Joe gritted his teeth, drank his entire beer and tossed the can into the sand.

He then stomped his way through the sand to Rome and the woman in the orange thong bikini.

We couldn’t hear what was said but it took Joe all of five seconds to stake his claim.

To our shock, Joe put his arm around the woman.

She grabbed his bear paw of a hand.

And just like that, they walked down the beach together.

Rome stood there, hands on hips, staring.

Like a kid who lost his kite to a large gust of wind.

“Is his chin quivering?” Atlas asked.

“This is bad,” Jago said.

“He’ll be fine,” Henry said. “Plenty of fish in the sea.”

“Literally,” I said.

“Man, he’s hurting,” Jago said.

Jago then whistled and waved Rome back over.

In the distance, there were two things visible.

First, the woman in the orange thong bikini.

Second, the massive size of Joe, with his arm around the woman in the orange thong bikini.

Ouch for Rome.

Rome walked back and sat down on the beach.

He opened both beer cans at the same time.

He took a drink from each one.

“She wasn’t your type,” Atlas said.

“Pussy. Tits. That’s my type.” Rome sighed. “The one that got away.”

“You’ll get another,” Jago said.

“Don’t sweat it,” Henry said. “Any woman that wants Joe…”

“What? Finish that thought,” Rome said.

An awkward silence hit all of us.

Slowly, everyone but Rome began to look at me.

It was my turn to do something.

Think, Seb. Think. Say something.

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