It seemed like the entire restaurant was having more fun than Sola. Even the couple filling out their divorce papers with kids' menu crayons. The floorboards creaked as she tipped her chair back and forth, daring it to knock her unconscious and get her out of this horrible date.

The red and white checkered table cloth is almost as obnoxious as her date. And at least tablecloths can’t talk. “So as I was saying,” he said with an unneeded pause. “I have two fur babies.” Fur babies! The restaurant with fake candles and waiters who greeted you with a hardy, “Welcome to Pepe’s Pizzarino, have a cheesy meal!” Un ironically was a red flag. But this is the last straw.

“I swear to God you say anything more about your dogs I will destroy you!” She said, really wanting to hurt him. “It's not cute, it's not quirky, it's giving me an aneurysm!” “ My mother DIED of an aneurysm.” He said. “Oh, shit now IM the bad guy.” She thought, trying to find a way to spin this. But just in time, there is the check. “I hope your meal was very cheesy!” Said the dopey grinning waiter.

Unsure what to say, Sola said, “Buddy, you have no idea.”