Britta Perry heart broke as she walked by Main Street. Her favorite vegan restaurant had closed its doors. However, she want sad because her favorite eggplant tandoori had gone the way of the pet rock. Her heart sank when she realized that the restaurant had been replaced by a Subway.
She shouldn't have been surprised. Subway had been on a roll the last several years as consumers turn to a life of eating fresh. She thought she would be happy. But every time she bit into a Veggie Delite, she only saw the vision of a perfect man with gentle eyes, a soft complexion, and incredible hair. He was the man that she would never be able to let go.
Subway.
"Britta."
She turned. There he was, the vision of masculine perfection, standing behind a cardboard standee of Jared. He took her arms into his.
"Subway!" Britta squealed. "But how... How is this possible?"
"I am only back for a limited time only," he said sorrowfully. "Just until the end of this month."
"You mean tomorrow? Why?" Britta asked. "Is this... magic?"
Subway nodded. "A magic of the most special kind. A magic called ... Februany."
"Feb-err-any?"
"It's a special time when all foot longs are five dollars. Except for a few select sandwiches, in which case it is six. Thanks to the likes of Blake Griffin and Robert Griffin III..."
"Who are they? Faerie kings?"
"Celebrity endorsers. The demand has been so high that they were forced to call in the reserves."
"Subway... Can you tell me who you really are?"
"I'm afraid not," he said, caressing her cheek. "I am still under contract as the human embodiment of a sandwich chain. I will be gone as of tomorrow. Britta, I..."
She put her finger on his lips. "Shhhhh... We will always have Februany."