She and her sister and I all went to American Eagle so her sister could try on some pants. I was standing uncomfortably propped up on a clothes rack and had to use the restroom at that moment. My friend and I headed to the food court bathroom, passing tables of people shoveling food into their mouths. I passed my girl and my guy, assuming they were dating and they waved at me, I waved back and suddenly remembered that I had passed them about ten other times in that space of two of ours. It was like we knew each other and were old friends. Collecting my thoughts, I headed to the bathroom, then came out after a few minutes. They still smell like grease and pungent cheese