Paola hoped that she wouldn't have to deal

Paola hoped that she wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. She couldn't bear the way he looked at her. Lost in thought she realized he was in the same room. Just then he spoke,

"If I show you my dark side, will you still hold me tonight?" Tears clouded Paola's thick lashes. She wanted to be done with him.

He raised his shirt to show off his pecs. Black tattoos swirled across the surface of his skin. Paola looked back with mascara dripping. "That's just plain weird. I gotta go."

Paola shut the door abruptly, leaving a waft of her perfume as a reminder of her absent beauty. He lowered his shirt & sat at the edge of the bed. "Maybe I need to try a different

genre!" he shouted over the roaring wind. The luckless romantic suddenly found himself on the back of a jet aeroplane, fighting robotic T-rexes with a katana. Surely Paola would

notice his actions to impress her. But no matter how many robot Trex s he killed with a single swipe of his katana, whilst also piloting a jet, Paola would refuse to notice him. He

felt utterly defeated. Love was the only test he hadn't passed. Sure, he could kill 8 baddies with one bullet, and yeah, he can send villains running with one look, but

Allowed him to use this as an idea for a folding story was the best thing that ever happened. Macawany reminded him of this truth and he realised he was okay after all. Whew!

With relief washing over him he turned to Macawany... "so how will I start the next one?" Macawany stared at him incredulously, turned, and walked away.