"Sabrina!" Josh leapt back suddenly from his position on the front step,
as Sabrina hit him smack in the face with the door. She was nearly
indistinguishable, as she was almost entirely plastered with manure.
"Oh, sorry, Josh!" Sabrina said.
"Should I cancel the dinner plans?" Josh asked wryly.
"Dinner! Omigosh! I'm so sorry Josh! I completely forgot! Well, what time is it at? Can we still make it?" Sabrina inquired hurriedly.
"No, our reservation was set for half an hour ago. And you couldn't go anyway."
"You've been here that long? Why didn't you come in? And why can't I go?"
"Sabrina." Josh sighed heavily. "Some mad cow attacked me and I did knock, but nobody answered. Can you please explain to me what is going on here?"
"Wait, wait, wait. You said that some mad cow attacked you?"
"Yeah. Not long ago."
"So, what'd you do? Where did it go? Josh, are you okay?"
Josh glanced at Sabrina and brushed a piece of manure off her face. "Sabrina, of course I'm fine. But are you fine? This is so unlike you to forget about a date. Did you get attacked by a mad cow too?" Josh joked.
Sabrina nodded sullenly.
"Seriously, Sabrina."
"I am being serious!" Sabrina protested.
"Okay, okay. I believe you."
They sat in silence for a few moments. Josh stared at Sabrina, while Sabrina gazed at Josh's hands.
"Look at you." Josh said. "You're a mess. You can come to my house and clean up, if you want."
Sabrina looked up. "Josh, I'm not ready for that."
Sabrina's soft whisper surprised Josh. "Sabrina, I wasn't implying to anything like that, okay? I was just thinking that we could have dinner together at my place. And since your house is a wreck, you could clean up at mine."
Sabrina laughed, attempting to lighten up the conversation. "Gee, thanks a lot," Sabrina muttered sarcastically.
"Hey, it's true though, isn't it? Do you want to stay here any longer than you have to?"
Shaking her head, Sabrina admitted, "No." She smiled. So, what do you say? Wanna come over? I'm a great cook. My specialty is spaghetti with meatballs. C'mon. You wouldn't want to miss out on such a delicacy, now would you?"
Sabrina laughed. "Well, when you put it that way, who could resist? But you, a cook? I beg to differ."
"You just might want to withhold your judgment, Sabrina Spellman, until you taste how awesome my chocolate chip cookies are." He pulled Sabrina up, and they started towards his Jeep, holding hands.
"What, the cookies that you get from a box?" Sabrina joked.
"You see, that's where you're wrong, my dear," Josh said, as he opened up the car door for Sabrina. "I get them from a can. From Pillsbury."
"So, you don't really make them, now do you?" Sabrina teased as she slid in the car.
"Yeah, I bake them, don't I? They couldn't be cookies without being baked, right? So I do make them. Just not from scratch." Josh grinned at Sabrina and pulled her closer to him. "Do you want to make some with me?" He breathed. "I'll teach you the best way, the right way to make them."
"Okay," said Sabrina, gazing into his eyes. She grabbed his hand. "You show me how. But not until I show you how to do this." She gently took his chin and leaned towards him. Their lips met. Neither of them saw the figure as it approached, for they both had their eyes closed, engrossed only in each other. The creature's shadow loomed over the Jeep, as it approached nearer and nearer.
"Oh, sorry, Josh!" Sabrina said.
"Should I cancel the dinner plans?" Josh asked wryly.
"Dinner! Omigosh! I'm so sorry Josh! I completely forgot! Well, what time is it at? Can we still make it?" Sabrina inquired hurriedly.
"No, our reservation was set for half an hour ago. And you couldn't go anyway."
"You've been here that long? Why didn't you come in? And why can't I go?"
"Sabrina." Josh sighed heavily. "Some mad cow attacked me and I did knock, but nobody answered. Can you please explain to me what is going on here?"
"Wait, wait, wait. You said that some mad cow attacked you?"
"Yeah. Not long ago."
"So, what'd you do? Where did it go? Josh, are you okay?"
Josh glanced at Sabrina and brushed a piece of manure off her face. "Sabrina, of course I'm fine. But are you fine? This is so unlike you to forget about a date. Did you get attacked by a mad cow too?" Josh joked.
Sabrina nodded sullenly.
"Seriously, Sabrina."
"I am being serious!" Sabrina protested.
"Okay, okay. I believe you."
They sat in silence for a few moments. Josh stared at Sabrina, while Sabrina gazed at Josh's hands.
"Look at you." Josh said. "You're a mess. You can come to my house and clean up, if you want."
Sabrina looked up. "Josh, I'm not ready for that."
Sabrina's soft whisper surprised Josh. "Sabrina, I wasn't implying to anything like that, okay? I was just thinking that we could have dinner together at my place. And since your house is a wreck, you could clean up at mine."
Sabrina laughed, attempting to lighten up the conversation. "Gee, thanks a lot," Sabrina muttered sarcastically.
"Hey, it's true though, isn't it? Do you want to stay here any longer than you have to?"
Shaking her head, Sabrina admitted, "No." She smiled. So, what do you say? Wanna come over? I'm a great cook. My specialty is spaghetti with meatballs. C'mon. You wouldn't want to miss out on such a delicacy, now would you?"
Sabrina laughed. "Well, when you put it that way, who could resist? But you, a cook? I beg to differ."
"You just might want to withhold your judgment, Sabrina Spellman, until you taste how awesome my chocolate chip cookies are." He pulled Sabrina up, and they started towards his Jeep, holding hands.
"What, the cookies that you get from a box?" Sabrina joked.
"You see, that's where you're wrong, my dear," Josh said, as he opened up the car door for Sabrina. "I get them from a can. From Pillsbury."
"So, you don't really make them, now do you?" Sabrina teased as she slid in the car.
"Yeah, I bake them, don't I? They couldn't be cookies without being baked, right? So I do make them. Just not from scratch." Josh grinned at Sabrina and pulled her closer to him. "Do you want to make some with me?" He breathed. "I'll teach you the best way, the right way to make them."
"Okay," said Sabrina, gazing into his eyes. She grabbed his hand. "You show me how. But not until I show you how to do this." She gently took his chin and leaned towards him. Their lips met. Neither of them saw the figure as it approached, for they both had their eyes closed, engrossed only in each other. The creature's shadow loomed over the Jeep, as it approached nearer and nearer.