A couple comes over and sits next to me. Right next to me, on the sofa I'm sitting on. They start having a very intimate conversation (if I had to guess, the older man is having an affair and they've picked this lounge, sorry, my sofa in this lounge, as their rendeszvous point). I mean, (1) I am alone in this huge lounge with dozens of empty chairs and sofas and they have to sit on the sofa I'm sitting on and (2) Their weird intimacy is making the atmosphere of my sofa very awkward.
What. Is. Going. On.
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