7 Episode 7 - Mark the Spot

Lexie: Tanya left for San Diego without even saying goodbye to me. I know she's my best friend and we will make up again, but right now, I really hate her.

Do whatever you want, bitch! Just don't come running back here crying because I will not hesitate to rub salt on whatever wound you'd caught going back to your cheating husband.

Ugh. I hate her!

I must've been in my room for hours by now and I'm starting to feel hungry, so I went out to the living room to find Pam watching T.V.

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Pam: Feeling better, princess?

Lexie: No, but I'm starving.

Pam: Let's head out? See what New York has to offer at night?

Lexie: Please, I've been here for four days. I already know that New York is infested with muggers and rats at night.

Pam: Whatever. I'm going out anyway. Sulk here all you want, but I won't let your petty fight with Tanya shit on my rare day off.

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Lexie: Well, I didn't want to be alone, so I ended up going out with Pam anyway. We had dinner at this pizza place with a view of the Hudson River. It was nice. I never realized how beautiful New York is at night.

To be fair, there are a lot of things going on in my head right now, like my failed relationship or my being unemployed, so appreciating the nightscape of the so-called city that never sleeps is at the very least of my priorities. But looking at this wonderful view now made me realize that it's nice to stop and breathe for a while.

Well maybe I breathed too loudly because Pam asked me again if I was okay. People have been asking me that question quite a lot recently. Of course, my intuitive response was to tell people that I am fine, but I really am not. I don't even get why they ask that, of-fucking-course, I'm not okay. Who would be?

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Pam: Hello? Earth to Alexandra!

Lexie: What?

Pam: I said, do you want to go clubbing? Dancing? Drinking? Or whatever you kids call it these days.

Lexie: Yes, yes, of course! I'm so sorry I'm such a bad company tonight. I just have so many things going on in my head.

Pam: Well, let's get those out of your head tonight. Because we're gonna part-ay!

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Lexie: Pam took me to this club in Williamsburg. It's fun enough that people are dancing but it's also chill enough to still hear what your friend is saying.

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Lexie: Aah, this is nice. Thanks for bringing me here.

Pam: So, how have you been coping up?

Lexie: I don't know, Pam. I know I went here for a fresh start. The thought was really exciting you know, and I thought I get to do it with you and Tanya, but she's gone and she left me here all alone. And I have no idea what I'm doing.

Pam: Hey, I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere.

Lexie: Aww. Thanks, babe.

Pam: We'll get through this, okay? I'll help you in any way possible.

Lexie: But how do I even start? It's like I'm hitting reset too late in the game. I have no one. I have no job. I'm crashing in with you. And I'm almost thirty. I feel like I have wasted an entire decade doing nothing.

Pam: That's not true.

Lexie: But it is! Look at you. You're successful. You made it on your own. The seventeen-year-old version of yourself has done more in his life than I ever did with mine. And Tanya, she has a steady good paying job and now she's trying to rebuild her family. What am I doing with my life, Pam? I'm such a mess.

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Lexie: Just when I thought it's impossible for me to  feel even more alone, an extremely handsome man approached Pam and oh hello, sailor! They're kissing. Nope, making out. Oh, man. That's a lot of tongue. Goodness, gracious! I think I'm blushing. It's October but it feels like summer in here.

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Pam: Close your mouth, princess. Otherwise, you'll swallow your own tongue. This is my boyfriend, Jason.

Jason: Hi! Pleased to meet you. Love, you didn't say your ex is so pretty.

Pam: No, no. That's not my ex. My ex is the one who got pregnant. This is Lexie.

Jason: Oh, the princess?

Lexie: Hey! What's that about?

Pam: Eh. Mr. Bigshot here gets confused easily. So, Tanya's the ex and you're the princess. Makes it easier for him to keep up with all the drama.

Jason: Mind if I steal him from you for a while?

Lexie: Ugh. Please take him.

Pam: You sure you going to be okay here alone?

Lexie: I'm fine. You two go have fun. I'm enjoying my drink here. And I hate you for telling people that I'm such a princess!

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Lexie: And off the two of them conquering the dance floor. I'm not sure how long I've been sitting alone nor how many drinks I've already had. But just when I was about to leave and go home, a guy sat beside me by the bar.

He looks cute. Thick, dark hair. Soulful eyes. His dimples show when he speaks. Lips that look like he's put on lip gloss. He looks a lot like Rodrigo Santoro. Yes! That's who he looks like.

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Mark: Like what you're seeing?

Lexie: Excuse me?

Mark: You're staring at me.

Lexie: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.

Mark: I like being stared at. Mind if I buy you a drink?

Lexie: Ugh. So cocky.

Mark: What?

Lexie: I'm not here to get hit on, okay? And I can buy my own drink.

Mark: Okay, gotcha. Sorry if I read you all wrong. I mean, you're staring. Like, really looking at me.

Lexie: Ah yeah. I was just wondering what flavor your lip gloss is.

Mark: What? Hahaha. Okay. So, let me get this straight. You're not interested in me, but you also wanted to taste me?

Lexie: Oh my god, no! That's not what I meant. I... I mean... I mean, you look like you're wearing lip gloss! Yes, lip gloss! You're wearing lip gloss. Are you wearing lip gloss?

Mark: Alright, alright. No need to get too flustered okay? I get it now. No, don't look at me like that. I swear, I get it. You're not coming on to me. I get it. By the way, my name is Mark. And yours is?

Lexie: ...

Mark: Oh, okay so now we're not talking anymore? Fine, I'll just call you lip gloss. So lip gloss, did you come here all alone?

Lexie: Don't call me lip gloss!

Mark: But I don't know your name. What am I supposed to call you?

Pam: Lexie. Call her Lexie.

Lexie: No! Why did you give him my name?

Pam: Ugh. Such a drama queen. Mark, this is Lexie. Lexie, that's Mark, he's our neighbor.

Lexie: Neighbor?

Pam: Yup. He lives across the hall.

Mark: Hey! What do you say, new neighbor? Up-top!

Lexie: Don't high five me. And don't call me neighbor.

Mark: Fine. Whatever you say, lip gloss.

Lexie: I told you not to call me that!

Jason: Well, this is gonna be fun.

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