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Tyler Lia and I arrive at the restaurant, we park our car, go in. She told me Chris showed her this place. He’s apparently a very picky eater. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Lia like this. He makes her happy, even I can’t deny that. We walk in and take a few steps before Lia comes to an abrupt stop. I look back at her to ask her what’s wrong, but watch as her face falls, tears welling in her eyes. I follow her eyes and… there he sits, Chris with some woman. He’s leaning across the table to her with his left hand on hers and his right under her chin. It looks like they are having a moment. I immediately feel a surge of anger. What the hell is he playing at? Is he some Casanova type? I take a step in his direction, but Lia grabs on to my shirt, causing me to look at her. “Don’t, plea