Curse of the first date

“You’re really pretty,” he says.

She blushes and slurps her milkshake. There’s one more chunk of strawberry left, and she inhales it through her straw.

So why are you single?”

But it comes up with too much force and catches in her throat. She begins to cough and claws at the corners of the table. He stares, mouth agape, then plants a knee in the cushion and lifts her out of the booth to perform the Heimlich.

The strawberry goes sailing. She heaves in air, then instinctively turns to kiss his lips.

It’s probably the last she’ll see of him.

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