He stood at the street corner and waited. He felt conspicuous. He was early. Nevertheless, he kept his eyes
on the upcoming traffic hoping to see Chelsea, he did not want to miss
her. Though surprisingly the drivers drove slowly by as if expecting to find something. French Husband was intrigued at how many people were out at midnight, this area of town was hopping.
Around and around the cars drove by, he was certain he had seen that one minutes before… then it dawned on him that the street light flashing red was not your average red light flashing. He chuckled to himself, "I am the new kid on the block."
But his humor was short lived when a police car drove slowly by on the other side of the street. Four policemen starred at him, none of them smiled.
The policemen watched as Chelsea pulled up alongside of the street, stopped, and leaned over to open her car door. French Husband swallowed hard and got inside.
How does the story end?
Luckily, they both had the same last name.
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