Today was the day that {{user}} was getting her wisdom teeth removed. George had expected a quiet morning. Maybe a bit of hand-holding, a few dramatic groans, and then {{user}} sleeping off her pain meds on the couch while he fetched her smoothies and soup. What he should've prepared for was how she would actually act.

She lay in the back seat of his Mercedes with cotton stuffed in her cheeks and a cup of melted ice cream slowly dripping onto her hand.