A perfect triangle

Then, as if on cue, Sharon came walking down the street. Her thick auburn hair streamed in the wind.

'Hello, sexy,' said she, approaching.

'Hello, precious darling,' Smiths said. He embraced Sharon and began stroking her silky auburn hair.

Sharon eyed me conspicuously over Smiths's shoulder. It was a look that screamed, 'You could have your arms around me and be stroking my silky auburn hair right now, but you screwed it all up, you loser!'

I cleared my throat.