In the beginning, there were the strawberries. To cliched. Then, there were the oysters. And, the great case of seafood poisoning. In the end, it was the mediocre french toasts that sealed their fate. As they sat at the kitchen table one drizzling morning, when the sky was the shade of a grey sole, he leaned over and licked the maple syrup from her finger, his smouldering eyes shot like arrows into her heart..... (Hey, I was so young at the time, I was using a word processor...)