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“And what would you like me to sign?” I ask.

The man glances down at what he’s holding.

“Sign my towel.”

My eyes drift over to the sweaty towel he’s gripping.

And I just laugh. And I stand up and walk out before he can even say another word.

Nope. Not the towel.

I get changed and I don’t see the man again, thankfully. I don’t put up with bullshit for long.

I check myself out in the gym mirror.

And then I head to my private elevator that takes me up to my exclusive suite.

I stroll in and lazily dump my gym bag by the elevator door. I continue towards the bedroom. Josie should be here somewhere...

And then I hear her. Coming from the bedroom.

Crying.

She’s crying.

I pause.

Fuck.

It’s obvious she’s in pain. The whole divorce and separation thing must have really fucked her up.

And I realize that, for once in my life, I don’t know what to do right now. I have never dealt with a crying girl before - I grew up in a family of brothers. I don’t know how to reassure Josie.

You’ve got to do something, Victor. You are her fake boyfriend, after all. You clearly care for her...

And so I take in a deep breath and I knock on the bedroom door and pray for the best.

“Come in.”

I slowly push open the door. Josie is sitting on the bed; her phone is turned on beside her. She must’ve just read something. A message? She’s got a towel wrapped around her. She’s freshly showered.

And her face is red. Streaks of tears. She’s really been crying hard.

What do I do?

I just smile.

“Hey,” I say as the girl looks up at me with utter sadness. “How about we go for a walk?”

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VICTOR

“It’s too nice of a view at sunset,” Josie whispers.

“What do you mean?” I ask her.

We’re walking by the ocean. The sun is coming down. The only sounds to hear are the crashing waves and the seagulls in the air. Behind us is the old city and the old docks. Above us are the cliffs.

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