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"She's going to kill me." Michael groaned aloud as he glanced at his watch.
Maria was pretty much always on a my-boyfriend-could-do-better kick, but lately, she'd stepped it up a couple notches. Isabel said that Max told her that Liz told him it was because Maria's mother was feeling extra skeptical that Michael was ever going to treat her daughter right, but that didn't really make him feel any better right now knowing he was running fifteen minutes late for their date.
He did something absolutely uncharacteristic. He called her.
"Hey, Maria. Let's do something different tonight."
If she had to change her clothes, she would love having an extra fifteen minutes. He glanced at his watch again. Make that twenty.