Getting Upset With Pleasance

I first met her when I was only eighteen. I was in the coffee shop carrying a boomerang when she barrelled in. She was wearing an azure sarong, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated her arm, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the boomerang down when she slid beside me. I guess she startled me, and I clumsily dropped the boomerang right by her feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to get upset.

After stumbling apologies, I asked her to go to the art museum for a Mudslide. She accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the art museum, I learned that her name was Pleasance, and that she was a nanny. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a fire marshal.

I guess it was love at first get upset. Some might say we had pink flamingoes in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. She was fifteen years younger than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still getting upset for each other.