Samuel Rime inspected himself in the mirror. He had put on a grey cardigan over a simple black shirt and blue jeans. It felt too simple to wear on a first date. He wanted to make himself look nice, but the only way he really knew how was to go formal and that wouldn’t be appropriate. It was only an in-home date and he felt certain that Emily would be dressed as casually as always. This outfit would have to do. If nothing...

As they stood at the threshold of her front door, Emily lovingly adjusted Sam’s scarf. It was late in the morning, but they had made no hurry to start the day, so she was still bed-headed. Even dressed in an oversized shirt and with her hair loose and dishevelled, she was still a beautiful sight. “I’ll see you again soon, right?” “Of course. At the very least, we’ll watch the new episode next Friday. But I’ll call you muc...

Emily walked out of the grocery store, awkwardly carrying her slightly-too-heavy bag of groceries. She should have had the foresight not to buy so much in one trip, but she was all distracted today. It felt weird to return to normal life after the excitement of her date with Sam. She just couldn’t stop thinking about him. She wanted to see him again, to cuddle him and kiss him and… maybe more. But she had adulting to do,...

It was Monday, early evening. One day had passed since he had slept with Emily, two days since he had slept with Tanya. Tonight, this mess would come to an end one way or another. He had been a nervous wreck all day, unable to concentrate on his job, hounded by the prospect of what he had to do that evening. He was fully prepared for the likely outcome that they would both dump him. That was what he deserved for not havin...