That was my card.
That was our card.
She flipped it on its face.
I knew it before we grabbed it.
The hobbit post-faced it.
Row of ladies on the left.
Row of guys on the right.
Fat bastard’s in my chair
The queen’s gotta pair.
It’s time to go. It’s time to row.
9:07PM specifically. The trees are leaves.
Our eyes met. Consistently.
An eye-five. Pleased me.
She asked my name.
Game time?
Alright.
OK.
You two have had your fun today.
Break it off, you two.
Get a room with a view.
You’re really going to dance this one again?
Both of them?
Let me hit this branch.
Sounds like a mismatch.
What are the chances?