You had decided to watch the Betty Crocker broadcast to support Dirk, because you knew the company needed it. It was your fault they were going down the drain anyway, so why not try to help anyway you can to get it back up on it's feet? So you had been sitting on your sofa with your cat on your lap, petting him idly as you stared at the screen.
Everything was going well until Dirk and that girl...kissed. It made you stop your pets, made your lungs stop working for a brief second, made your heart race and your eyes tear. What the fuck.
Honestly, you should have seen something like this coming. But you weren't prepared in the least and it made your chest feel like it was going to cave in.
Too soon, too soon.
So what do you do? You get up and slip on your sneakers, grab your coat and keys, and leave. Where were you going on such a damp night? Knowing you, probably the bar in town so you could drink this away as usual. Surely the bar tender would like to see your smiling face again.
But you never make it there.














