The man stood facing her, knife in hand. But he was still, waiting for her to make a move. Racking her brain, the woman thought: “What am I supposed to do now? It’s not like I’ve done this before, and if you have, then you surely have issues.” But now, she knew what to do, as she had seen in countless movies and read about in numerous books. Almost happening in slow-motion, her hand raised to strike, and attacked.
The crowd cheered at the sight of them, despite the clump on cake that had been mashed against the lips of the groom, by the courtesy of the bride. The groom made a face. “Honey! I wasn’t ready!” “You’re just mad I got you first.”