So we ended up in a goddam bar again. Everyone was there, I mean everyone. Of course that includes my pals, some teachers, two or three nobodies... but damn!, there was C, too. I mean old C!

Outliers are awesome. I mean, what are the odds? And yet there she was, as cute as always.

The encounter was very brief, though: I was leaving, and while trying to make my way to the exit across the irregular table pattern, considerably drunk, this girl sitting with these guys suddenly talks to me. First I'm like "why the hell is she talking to me?", but it just took me a moment to realize it was old C. I mean, damn! Of course I said something stupid, the kind of "hey!, wadda fuck you doin here?!", or something, and of course she answered the only damn possible answer, "having some drinks, or something"...
...of course I kept smiling like an idiot, still thinking "man, what are the odds?", and of course she realized it and looked at me like saying "stop thinking that damned thought; better think on me".

Boy, am I thinking on her. I mean, it was old C, for christsake! What are the odds?!

Coincidences are cool and nice and make you smile the whole fucking next day, just the way she does.