A Perfect Date

Do you prefer eggs or pancakes for breakfast? I know, I know, we're only having dinner. I just want to be prepared in case it all goes really well. The best dinner dates always end with breakfast in bed.

In the supermarket, I end up buying both pancakes and eggs. Some bread and cereal, too—just to be sure. And a bottle of champagne, of course, to celebrate our evening together. The first of many, I hope.

I drive across town to pick you up from work. Our eyes cross paths, but you pretend not to see me. And, once again, you don't get into my car.

After so much preparation, you ruin our evening once again. But I don't mind: there is always tomorrow. I'll keep rehearsing for the day when you'll say yes.

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