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ed about me a long time ago. "So you had the best night of your life then?" I chuckled as I adjusted the position of my phone. "Best would be an understatement, but I need to block him

pointed out. "I'm not going to drink. Besides, exercise is good for the body and dancing is an exercise," Jasmine winked. "Dale won't let her leave the house," I told Glory and Jasmine scoffed. "He's such a party pooper," she huffed and we all laughed. When work was over, I decided to head to the grocery store to get a few things before going home. The grocery store was around the corner of my apartment but apparently the line at the cashier was so long so I had to wait till it was my turn. By the time it was my turn, it was already late at night. I sighed knowing it would be hard to get a taxi. This was why I hated finishing from work late. "Suck it up, Tia," I told myself as I picked up my grocery bags and began walking down the street. "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" My head snapped to the side at the loud screech to find a man by the other side of the road with a woman. They were obviously in a heated conversation but I could tell that it was the woman doing the most of the talking. I shook my head and continued walking when I heard her scream again. I turned around to see the woman punching his chest while he was trying to calm her down. Curiosity made me cross over to the other side to try to help them. "You know what? I'm done!" I stopped in my tracks at the iciness of her tone. My eyes widened when she yanked off the ring on her finger and threw it on the floor. "Find someone else to play your stupid game, I'm not interested!" she spat and walked away. I wanted to call on the woman but my eyes fell on the man's back. His shoulders were slumped and I could tell he was heartbroken. I felt for him. Nobody would want to go through this at all. "Excuse me, sir?" I carefully approached him. He turned around and I internally gasped. He was handsome, very handsome. But sadness was written on his face. "Yes?" his voice was low and disheartened. "Are you okay?" I asked carefully, not knowing what to do as I watched him bend down to pick up the ring from the floor. "Totally fine," he said as he stood up and began to walk away. I grabbed his hand, "I'm sorry I saw the scene play out in front of me. Is there anything I can do to help you?" He looked at me like I was stupid, "I don't need your pity." "No, it's not pity. I just want to see if there's anything I can do to make you feel better. Do you want to talk about it? Maybe?" I cringed when I said the last part. "What's there to talk about," I could tell his walls were breaking internally. "The problem. Maybe I can help you persuade her. If you talk about it, maybe you'll feel better," I pressed on as I motioned the bench close by. He hesitated but then agreed. With a sigh of relief, I led him to the bench and we sat down. I carefully placed my grocery bags beside me on the bench and gave him my full attention. "I promise I won't judge you, I'll listen to everything," I assured him. He narrowed his eyes at me but spoke up. "She's my fiancee, well now my ex fiancee," he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and I felt for him. "We were