Bab 89: Table for Three

Halfway through her food, Angela already dreaded to go home. It didn't take her long to realize how obnoxious Paul, her date, was. For the past thirty minutes, he had been trying to impress her nonstop in ways that she never found pleasant at all. 

He wasn't a weird one like her date yesterday who started singing "He's Got The Whole World in His Hands" and bobbing his head. Angela didn't mind the religious song at all, but the fact that her date was singing it while slicing through his steak in the middle of their dinner date was just the creepiest thing ever. Until now, she had a hard time forgetting about it that the memory still haunted her.

Compared to last night's date, Paul looked normal when he didn't speak. But the moment he opens his mouth and begins spouting irritating stuff, Angela just wanted to stitch his mouth shut using a giant needle and a barbed wire as thread.