Michael left the restaurant with a swagger. He was feeling good and he didn’t care if the whole world knew it. Well the whole world except for the people at work. Those people would have to think that he was striking out as badly as they had been. The pleasure he was feeling, and would be feeling, had to be his alone. He was quite okay with that.
Diane stood by his car, waiting patiently. “God, I wish we didn’t have to go back to the office,” she said as he approached.
“We could make up an excuse to be out,” Michael suggested.