With the deep breath, Gwin begins....<br/><br/>"I'm on my way to a presentation.  I'm a nurse.  It is a group presentation.  One of our members fell sick.  So we now have to improvise his stuff.  So I was headed to the hospital to pick up his notes..."  Her hand waves to the stack of books. "When I ran into my fiancee...."  She starts to subconsciously finger a ring on her wedding finger.  The gem is turned in towards her palm, as if making it as unnoticable as possible. "...and his girlfriend," she adds after a slight pause.<br/><br/>She almost whispers "it gets worse."  The tears start to slip down her cheek again.  Tears she refuses to dignify by wiping away or sniffling.  She does look in her pockets for a tissue, but only pulls out the lint-like leftovers from the rained upon kleenex.  She looks around for a napkin.  "Did you get a napkin with your juice?"