An uneventful day at work.

You arrive at your office and are glad to have work to take your mind off of the inevitable task of revealing to Sara your dinner date with Lisa. But as five o'clock nears, you get anxious.

"Are you expecting a call, Mark?" Christine wonders.

"Hmm, what?" You look up from your phone and stare at the cute blonde who sits across from you.

"You've been checking your phone for the past thirty minutes."

"Um, no, I... I need to break some bad news to my roommates."

"Oh no! What happened?" she asks.

"I can't cook for them tonight because I have a dinner date," you explain.

"How is that bad news?"

"They can't cook," you reply, not wanting to reveal the part where your roommates thanks you with sex.

"You can cook?" Christine gasps.

"Why are you so surprised that I can cook?" you frown, mocking hurt.

"Because you're a guy!"

"A lot of chefs are guys!" you retort.

"True, but you're not a chef!" she giggles.

"I'm a home cook -- I enjoy cooking, especially for women," you grin. "The way to a girl's heart is through a great dish!"

"Oh really?" she smirks. "Maybe you should cook for me some time?"

"I'll have to check my calendar," you wink.

"You're busy tonight?"

"Yeah, I have dinner date," you answer. "And for once I'm not cooking."

Christine looks around to see if anyone is within earshot. "Well, I'm free tomorrow night!"

"Um, a dinner date with a coworker? I don't want an email from HR..."

"It's just dinner between two friends!"

"I'll have to ask my roommates first..."

"I can buy the groceries after work," she insists.

"I'll tell you tomorrow after I talk to them," you tell her as you grab your phone and stand up.

"Cool!" she giggles and watches you head towards an unused meeting room for some privacy.

You stare at your phone for a minute and let out a loud sigh after finally decide to message Sara to tell her that you won't be cooking tonight.

Me: Hey, Sara. You'll be ready outside around 5:15?

Sara: Yes! What's for dinner tonight?

You pause for a moment before typing again.

Me: I'm not making dinner tonight. You're on your own.

Sara: WTF WHY?!

Me: I have a dinner date tonight.

Sara: What do you mean dinner date? Date with who?!!!

Me: Lisa offered to make me dinner tonight.

Sara: When did she ask u?!

Me: Yesterday morning. After I dropped you off.

Sara: ARE YOU GOING TO FUCK HER?!!

Me: I don't know

Sara: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW???

Me: Sara, she's just going to make me dinner!

Sara: BULLSHIT SHE WANTS YOU TO FUCK HER!!!

Me: Sara...

Sara: DID SHE ASK YOU TO FUCK HER AFTER DINNER??!

Me: Sara...

Sara: DID SHE?!!

Me: Yes...

Sara: DON'T BOTHER TO PICK ME UP!

Me: Sara... Sara, we're just neighbors! Sara?

"Fuck," you mutter.