One day, with 5-Star on the job with me, a mishap of travestic proportions happened. (I tend to exaggerate, so "travestic" should not be taken too seriously here.)
Here is the recap of what happened.
The next day, he gave me a peace offering.
He drove us to the waterfront...
He RARELY obliges me with a take-out meal on the waterfront. This time, he pulled out the works.
He gave me a bag of my favorite potato chips...
... my favorite soda...
... and dessert...
It didn't end with the KitKat.
The following morning, he made me breakfast, which was served in bed.
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