Spark
Me: “In his e-mail he said there was no je ne sais quoi, but that we could go out again if I wanted to.”
She: “What does he want, instant spark?”
Me: “I wasn’t feeling very sparky last night – combination head cold medicine and wine, you know. It would’ve taken a sensitive spark-o-meter to pick me up.”
She: “The inner flame was burning low?”
Me: “Well, it’s not like he used that French on me at dinner! Give a girl a chance, sheesh!”
