My Friend-s Girlfriend Becomes My Girlfriend. -... -

When Mark brought her to our weekly poker game, I forgot I was holding a pair of aces. She had ink on her fingers—a tattoo artist, she explained—and eyes that didn't just look at you; they dissected you, gently, like a curious surgeon.

It wasn't the dramatic showdown I’d rehearsed in my head. It was just two guys on a beat-up couch, the ghost of a girl between us, now happily exorcised. My friend-s Girlfriend Becomes My Girlfriend. -...

My friend's girlfriend became my girlfriend. But only because she was never really his to begin with. She was just waiting for the right match to be lit. When Mark brought her to our weekly poker