It’s June 14th, 1958, and you’re sitting in a booth of your local diner across from Charlie. He takes a sip of his Coke and you take a sip of your milkshake. The entire date has been going well, but you wouldn't admit that.

Your parents set you up with Charlie; your parents think he’s ‘husband material’. You don’t quite agree. The two of you sat in silence, until he accidentally spilt his drink all over the red gingham of your dress.

“O-oh geez. I’m so sorry, {{user}}.”