How does an evening go catastrophically tits up. An evening that Adam had planned to a T. Everything in it’s place and perfect, him a bundle of nerves pacing waiting for Sophie to come home.

As the minutes ticked by he grew even more nervous. “Did she know what I was planning? Was she avoiding coming home?” He was muttering to himself. He had spoken to her just an hour before she left work. Having forgotten her phone today she called him from work to see if they needed anything collected on her way home. She sounded happy, so  surely he was barking up the wrong tree.

Two hours later and dinner is ruined. The candles have burned down and Adam didn’t know if he was more pissed off with her or upset that his meticulously planned evening had been ruined. He grabbed a Corona, fuck the lime. Slugging back…