Piña Colada.

I was in love, once, with a girl whose smile broke out like shafts of early sunlight. Man, she was everything. She was so beautiful I even stopped sleeping with my coworker and tried out monogamy.

I was waiting for her by our usual lunch place when I noticed she’d stopped smiling at me the same. Me, I knew something was up. I followed her that night, just to make sure.

My girl got in some car, with some guy.

At first, you know, I wasn’t so pleased. I’ll break her pretty face, I thought. As I walked home, I got a call from my coworker.

‘Hey baby, what you doing tonight?’ I said.

‘You?’ I heard her smile through the receiver.