"Look at that girl", he says to his friend sitting next to him.
"Where?"
"Over there"
"That one?"
"Yeah"
"What about her?"
"Look at the guy she's with"
"Yeah... so?"
"He's got nothing on me"
"What do you mean?"
"He's no better than me. But she's with him"
"Are you interested?", he says, with some irony.
"No, no. She's nothing special"
"Yeah, so what's wrong?"
"She's with him. And he's got nothing on me"
"No, nothing"
They sit quietly for a moment and the guy at the other table turns their face to them, revealing some bruises.
"Oh, and his skin is all fucked up, too, c'mon"
His friend chokes on his drink, laughing a little.
The girl at the other table overhears them and replies.
"He's had skin cancer."
An awkward silence comes over the two tables, while the girl stares at him, with fire in her eyes.
"And now he's got an ugly girlfriend. He just can't catch a break"
The two friends get up and leave the restaurant.
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