9 What happens in the bar, stays in the bar: The date

The atmosphere that afternoon was really tense, Ethan walking up to me after we had lied about me having a date was a miracle. Everything happened at a fast pace and I still can’t believe I stood up to Ethan- The ETHAN DAWSON! I went from a sad and depressed wife to Madame sassy in a few minutes. “Are you really going to the bar with him? “Ethan queried, looking at me with puzzled, angry eyes. “Yes” I swiftly replied in a haughty tone, swinging my blazing red lipstick from left to right and admiring my figure in the wide mahogany standing mirror at the dressing table. “You’re going on a date with a total stranger at night and in a bar? Do you think it’s safe?” He held my hands and in his eyes I could see a hint of care and affection. Could the Aphrodisiac still be working? I thought to myself because I had never seen him so concerned, especially about me. His name should be killing joy as opposed to Ethan because he sure knows how to ruin a cute moment and kill the