Angel of the Night, pt 3

Maxine’s hopes for her blind date were high as she smoothed her dress and turned the corner into the lobby. The man turned to greet her.

Oh Lordy, not that fat little kobold! she thought.

“You must be Maxine.” He said, “I’m Bernard,” and held out a plump, moist palm. “I envisioned that we’d gravitate to the Knights of Columbus spaghetti festivities this fair eventide.” Bernard’s eye twitched as he smiled a toothy grin.

“Sure, Honey,” she said. Linking his arm to avoid the clammy hand, they headed towards the waiting taxi.
The other couple inside squeezed over to make room.

"I find it far more commonsensical to share the fare when utilizing this form of transportation, don’t you assent to my pragmatism?"

By now Maxine was becoming quite excited. She had always been attracted to men who leaned toward sesquipedalia.