Clemson alum Terrell was in town, so I suggested that we go to a Clemson bar to watch her alma mater play in the championship game.
She said she'd be late, so I got there early and snagged us a booth. After the place filled up, some 20 people were without a table, so I walked to the standing mass o'humanity and held up two fingers. "I've got room for two," I said.
Youth and dexterity prevailed, and soon a couple of recent graduates were seated across from me. We chatted about their journey to Seattle, and they asked if the Seattle Chill ever abates. (It doesn't.) The boyfriend left for the bathroom, leaving me seated across from his hot 22 year old girlfriend.
That's when Terrell walked in.
It takes quite the glare to make you feel guilty when you're innocent, but she unleashed exactly such a withering glare as I stammered an explanation.