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i am on a bus with other Greek-American diaspora...we are traveling through Utah...the bus is filled with muddy water...the bus is a stick shift...we are heading towards NYC...it has been a long trip...we are in an area that ends in "ville"...i say we must be in Queens...we stop at an Italian restaurant in the middle of an estuary...i am hooking up with this Greek girl named Nicole...her dad owns the restaurant...she is fron Queens...i am telling her how NYC is too big, how i'm a 'west coast boy'...my dad is there and he's being bossy...my mom is there but only peripherally...the owner of the restaurant takes us outside to show us our tables...Nicole and i are together...she's not as attractive as she was on the bus...she's kissing me and i'm feeling a little cornered...the tables are lined up vertically on a steep hill behind the restaruant...there are three tables, picnic tables...i look up and see Becky sitting at the middle table by herself...she sees me and we make eye contact...i can tell it's weird for Nicole that i'm just staring at this girl...Becky mouths to me "where are you sitting?"...i mouth back "with you..." and gesture with my hand for her to come over...