Let me set the scene... The year is 2005. The month is April. I step off the ferry after visiting the Statue of Liberty. I meet Mike.
Three years later, we've hung out with Mike half a dozen times. Every couple of months when we get bored, we call him up, pick him up, and go to Tim Hortons or something equally exciting.
Saturday night was one of those nights.
Mike had an affinity for cautioning others.
Michelle just wanted to hide.
From Mike's freakishly long lashes.