They had been dating awhile, but not what you’d call going steady.
It was a case of having irregular dates owing to where she lived and where he worked, and so on. It was all rather awkward, but they had managed to maintain their relationship for almost a year. That’s when it happened. That’s when she lent him the book. It was a novel. An international best seller. A thick one at that. She had been cooing about how wonderful a read it was for the previous two months. She said he would love it. It would mean so much to him. She said it was so… him!
She handed it to him with a sense of pride. He took it with grace. The truth was, he wasn’t much of a reader, but if it meant that much to her he would read it over the weekend. That’s what he did.
Thank goodness he found out in time. Their relationship was getting serious. They had even talked about getting engaged.
But… she obviously didn’t know him; just didn’t know him at all.
He would mail it back.