Let it go.

"Alright." you say, "If that's what you really want, then I won't argue."

"Thank you." Red replies, "If you'll excuse me, I have to be off to class."

You didn't even reply, you just stood there expressionless. You didn't need Red. She was just a single woman, and there are plenty of fish in the sea. Instead of going to classes, you just decided to just take a walk around the city. You stop in front of an old coffee shop, a Starbucks. The place where you and Red had first met. Inside sat a dozen people going about their day. One person alone with a laptop, tapping away at his keyboard, a group of three girls sat around laughing at each other, and the rest were lined up waiting to make their orders.

"A slow day." you whisper.

One of the people inside notice you stood outside and begin calling your name.

"... hey! It's me!"

Looking over in the direction of the calling, you see a woman who you recognize as Peach. An odd name and not a nickname you had given her. It was her actual name. Never had you met her parents, but you think that they would have to be really a different kind of people to give her that name. She was cute, short for her age. A year younger than yourself, eighteen. She had a warm face with fair colored skin, and blue eyes. She has medium, wavy, chocolate brown hair that fell just above her upper back. Her chest comes packaged with two watermelons, the only two things that are not proportional to the rest of body. She is wearing a white turtleneck sweater, skin tight blue jeans that shows off her voluptuous ass, and a pair of sandals.

As your taking in her appearance she dashes out of the coffee shop, slowing her stride just before reaching you, and nearly trampling over you entirely. She lets out an embarrassed laugh.

"Hey there, buddy! Long time no see, how's your mam?"

Her enthusiasm caught you off by surprise. She had always been this way, so you should be surprised, it's just that you can never not be when it comes to her.

"She's fine, a sore back, but good. You?"

You wonder why she asked about you mother. She's never met her.

"I'm doing scrumdiddlyumptious!"

Is she even using that in context?

"Good, good. Well, hey... uh... listen. I have to be somewhere here in a bit. So I don't have a lot of time to chat."

Peach looks you up and down and raises an eyebrow, "Gotta date?"

She has just got all the questions today. You really don't feel like talking to her, but maybe it will help cool your head. She isn't a bad person. Maybe can offer a bit of advice into your situation?