The couple entered the restaurant and took their seats, ordering a large pizza between the two of them. As they waited for their food, they got to talking. "So, how'd training go today?" Scott asks, trying to make small talk.
"It's been okay so far. I just finished a 10k run before I came here, so I'm a little ripe. I'll be damned if those snobs in the associations turn me down after seeing this bod." She says, flexing her arms for emphasis.
Sophie had been a super athlete ever since Scott had met her in high school. Back then, she was part of every female sports team they had, and (with the help of some sturdy sports tape) even some of the male ones. Ever since graduation, she's been working non-stop to get into any major league she can, and she, as she put it, "wasn't after some watered-down women's league" she wanted to play in the big leagues.
"I don't doubt it." Scott replies, taking a sip of his soda. "But it's never been a matter of how strong you are that's kept you out all these years, has it?" His reply was a jab in the arm from across the table.
"I'm not about to get a sex change just so I can play with athletes that aren't more concerned with chipping a nail than winning. Although, speaking of which, I did do something outside my comfort zone." She lifts up a hand, now sporting polished nails.
"Nail polish? Didn't you give Cindy from lacrosse shit for that back in school?" He asks.
"Yeah, but I figured that since I still don't have a team yet, I can spoil myself a little. Oh, food's here." She waives over the waiter with your food.
*****
After a relatively uneventful meal, the two sipped down the rest of their drinks and waited for the check. Then, Scott's phone started going off. It was his boss. "Hello?"
"Hey Scott, so, I know I told you that you had the day off, but I'm gonna need you to come back to work real quick. There's something we need you here for. See you soon." Before Scott could protest, his boss had already hung up. Scott put his head in his hands and let out a sigh.
"What's up babe? Who was that?" Sophie asks.
"My boss. He says I need to go back to work for something. I'm sorry, I gotta go see what he wants. You can handle the check, right?"
"No problem. I'm gonna go use the can though. One last smooch for the road?" The two share one more passionate kiss, drawing a collective awww from the other restaurant patrons.
As Sophie heads into the bathroom, Scott grabs his jacket and prepares to head out. But then, his body started feeling funny. All of a sudden, the world around him started getting bigger. Everything felt like it was spinning. When it all came to a stop, Scott found himself only standing at a few inches tall. He needed to do something quick, hopefully he could et help, or at the very least not get stepped on.
What does he do?
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