Ok this is the story I got when I looked at it. You don't have to like it but this is what I thought might have been going through her head.
She plans to meet a friend out for dinner. Her friend that just happens to be male. She spends some time finding the perfect dress, picking the perfect colours for her eyes that will compliment her dress and prepare herself for the news she's going to give him. She arrives early at the diner, so she grabs a seat at the counter. She sits admiring the paintings on the wall and glances constantly at the entrance windows looking for him. She spots his car as it pulls up into a parking spot. Her heart starts to race and gets the usual fluttering feeling when she's around him. He gets out of the car. He was tall, beautiful and wearing a black suit. 'I know he's the one for me' she thinks. But this is when her heart stops. He goes around to the other side of the car, opens the passenger side and a pair of long legs in orange satin heels pop out. She gets out elegantly and he wraps his arm around her waist affectionaly. She turns her head to him and kisses him in return. Tearss well up in the girl's eyes but she chokes them down. Biting her lip she turns away from the scene she always pictured herself in. Why hadn't he even dropped the hint he had a girlfriend? She winced, as she felt something in her chest squeeze. She felt like she couldn't breath. Her heart was in two.