"Forget it," his buddy waved his hand, "Who wants a dead fish? Jimmy, you've been with like eight hundred girls over the years, and Christina didn't catch any of it?"
"She's so dumb, she'd believe any excuse I made up."
James laughed and instructed, "Guys, you gotta learn to report regularly, then clear your phone and show it to her, so she can check it whenever she wants. Over time, she'll trust you."
I pushed the door open angrily.
The room fell silent.
I laughed in anger, "Why so quiet? Weren't you chatting happily just now?"
James's face showed no panic or guilt. Instead, he calmly pointed to a corner.
"Good you're here. Let's sit and talk."
"No need, just say what you want."
"Then I'll get to the point. Abby is great, and I like her a lot. I want to give her a proper title."
He then arrogantly nodded at me, "Our lives have been pretty boring these years. No need to drag this on. Let's break up."
I nodded, trying my best to stay calm.
As I left, I heard the man behind me laughing.
"You can't stand to leave Jimmy, but you're pretending to be indifferent."
"I bet she'll come back within three days to apologize and ask for reconciliation."