ROBERT

The woman staring at me from across the table was the polar opposite of the bubbly lady I'd fallen in love with when I was a teenager.

She had a mischievous, almost frightening expression, which seemed out of place in the small, cozy, but expensive restaurant we were in.

She couldn't have looked more ridiculous, at least to me, in a skintight dress that exposed too much of her skin and fake curves.

I could tell she'd gone overboard with the dressing tonight, clearly trying to ...