Outside their classroom, Douglas was afraid to face Kari.
She had been stunning in her new blue dress and their first formal date went so well — until the disaster.
Facing each other with raised crystal — everything was perfect. He could still taste the rich meal — so wonderful. They synchronized setting down their dessert spoons and leaned back to take deeply-satisfied final breaths. But hers was too much for the zipper. It failed at that moment — explosively.
She arrived and faced him.
“Douglas. Never — mention last night or that dress again. I’ve reduced it to ashes.”