Kevin
One year after their first date
"Hey butterfly, what are you doing tonight?" I ask her over the phone. She was at her mom's design firm working on some sketches and fabric selections. We'll be having the yearly transplant foundation fashion show in two weeks. Polly spent months getting ready for this years.
"Begging my hot boyfriend for a foot massage." She hurries to say. I can hear the tiredness in her voice.
"Before you torture the poor guy, maybe I could take you to dinner?"
"Asking me to step out on him could be hazardous to your health? He likes to put people through walls."
"What can I say? I'm willing to risk it to take you out." I add teasingly. "Does that score me any brownie points over that other guy?"
"I'll consider it. You have to win over a horde of bloodthir
