Brenda, deep into a bottle of red, watched Titanic. She wondered what time it was, cuing the cathedral’s clock to start striking midnight. Between the seventh and eighth sonorous tones, her phone played “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” - the ringtone for her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend.
She ignored it.
A minute later, he came in, flushed and abashed. “Found the spare key.”
“It’s late.”
He told her an incredible tale of horrendous luck, then poured out his heart asking for forgiveness for ruining Valentine’s.
She took pity on him and poured a glass of wine which he received gratefully.
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