“Meg?” I think that’s the name the guy called her. “I don’t have much. Not even a ring to give you, but I’d be the luckiest guy in the world if you were my wife. Will you marry me?” “Aww,” the girls say in unison behind me. And that’s when Meg slaps me. Not hard, but enough to shock me. “No, I will not marry you. You cheated on me with my best friend, Candi.” “What a jerk,” the girls mumble, dropping their phones in disgust. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
