Fred had been getting ready for the evening all day.

He had selected one of the best bars in the city, renowned for its quiet jazz, cozy atmosphere, and wine selection that would please even the pickiest connoisseur.

He had gone above and beyond by placing an advance order for Linda's favorite meal and a bottle of wine that she had mentioned in passing months prior during a conversation at work.

Fred is early, straightening his tie and gazing around the table he had reserved at the window, which overlooks the lights of the city.

It has to be flawless.

Fred's breath sticks in his throat as Linda enters, looking...