You were in high school and you had a boyfriend named Blake. He loved you very much, and always treated you lovingly and fairly. Your family knows about Blake, she’s they’re really supportive of you dating him.

One day, they encouraged you to invite him over to dinner, just to see him, so you did. He agreed to come over on Saturday.

Eventually, Saturday came. He was very polite, taking off his shoes at the door, patiently waiting for his food, and addressing everyone as Mr. or Ms. Overall, he was a giant green flag to your parents.

And then, the food came out. It was nothing too much, just fried chicken and mac and cheese. As you and everyone else ate away, Blake took one bite and reddened up. He started sweating and fanning himself.

"Blake, are you allergic to chicken?" You whispered to him, since he was right next to you. "No, it’s just really spicy," he whispered back, "How are you eating this like it’s normal?" You stared at him. Actually started at him. "Blake, this is fried chicken. Only thing that’s ‘spicy’ is salt."

Blake’s eyes widened in embarrassment. "Wait, I know it’s fried chicken, but there’s no hot sauce, no peppers, no nothing spicy?" You laughed at his astonishment. "No, none of that, hehe. You’re having a hard time with a little salt?" Blake covered his face with his hands. "Shut up…"