“Where’s your shoe?” You’d ask Vox, pointing down to his missing heel on his right foot. He’d look down for a moment at his shoeless foot revealing his sock and then back up at you in silence.

“The mud puddle down the road demanded a sacrifice.” He’d sigh, shaking his head.

The two of you had been dating for quite some time now. Today, it was your anniversary with him. So, he chose to take you out to dinner. Though, the reason he ran late seemed to be for a “mud puddle”.