“I have to go... iron... my cat.” I winced, unable to believe that I’d just said those words.
He arched a perfect dark eyebrow in classic romance novel fashion. “I see. Well, I’d hate to keep you from something so important.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not good at this.”
“It’s alright. I understand. I won’t bother you again.”
He walked away and I let him go. I had to. Nothing could interfere with my mission.
But as I set off to find the landlocked mermaid, I wished that I could have just one ordinary Friday night.
Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "I have to go... iron... my cat."