I sighed, trying in vain to forget the horrible experience that I just had. Things had been going so well, too: the food was great, we had plenty in common, the conversation flowed well, and most importantly, we had chemistry. For the first half-hour, everything went so smoothly, it was like coasting on a dream.

The cruise abruptly skipped being choppy, and went to outright turbulent when her husband walked in on the middle of our dinner.

If they were polyamorous, that would have been one thing—and judging from how he looked, I may not have minded a night with both of them—but he had no idea she had been stepping out on him. What's more, she accepted no fault, saying that 'he knows what he did'. At least I could say that I bore witness to an unforgettable breakup (and divorce announcement); I just wish that it didn't have to come at expense of my date, or my dignity. For what it was worth, I wasn't caught in the crossfire too badly; I snuck away while the two of them were still at each other's throats.

Koto and Juri are going to have a field day with this, I thought, a rueful smile on my face. At least those two were out having a good time tonight.

I had been walking tirelessly, but I was still in no mood to head home. If I knew myself, I would only sit around, and stew in my own thoughts. If I was going to stew, at least it'd be out enjoying the evening air, and burning off nervous energy. Maybe I could even luck out, and find something interesting enough to take my mind off of the mess from earlier.

One of my heels snapping mid-stride, and causing me to not only tumble into someone, but spill half the contents of my purse wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

"Oh, Hell's bells!" I exclaimed. I apologized profusely, quickly collecting my contents off the sidewalk as fast as I could, not even bothering to look up. The last thing this stranger needed to see is just how foul of a mood I was in.

As if this night couldn't get any worse.