All that exuberance that sprung from a little attention from a cute colleague made me careless. When I'm careless all I hear is raucous applause in my ears: "go! go! go!" I lowered my horns and charged towards the fluttering red rag.
At first she was nervous and defensive as we settled down to eat.
Red wine mellowed her down gradually but wonderfully. An unceasing stream of words flowed from her lips, I revelled in the delivery, her relaxed tone, her moving lips. Soothing music rounded out the atmosphere.
The hours crawled by, the wine ran out. Nothing remained with which to quench the thirst.
Nothing signified that she had a boyfriend.