Quintessential King Henry.

The lovely invite. Her introduction, "This is Liza Lou... Uh, ahem. Eliza." Her laugh. The ability it has to lift my spirits. Yummy grilled meat and carnivorous college kids. The juicy my-life-up-to-date stories. The intriguing male who speaks French and helps us make sense of ballet words. Relationship advice given by a naïve. "Boys are stupid; throw rocks at them." Close to death. Korea? Ope, Taiwan.

"Booth, question mark?"
"THAT?"

"Steven Dessert just went on break." Thanks.... Small and awkward talk with security. There he is in his Disney Prince valor. Nice to meet you. Movie spoilers. He loves her laugh too. Do all men look that attractive in uniform? What the rolled up pant legs? He's like a dream. But he's white. The real issue. {I promise I'm not racist, you just don't understand.} holding back the giggles until the safety of her soundproof car. He's a hugger. "I don't see why not; I think I can" is too noncommittal. We can't get our hopes up.

A toolbox filled with many shirtless tools. The inside of The Beast was an inferno, so I rolled down the window while the AC kicked in. The most unattractive "hey!" came from close by. I looked to my left with a puzzled and skeptical glance to see Quintessential King Henry himself, waving and smiling fiendishly. The eyes rolled and a thick, mocking laugh escaped my throat. "What a tool."