Luke sat in his car in front of the old café. His fingers gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as his breath created a fog upon his windshield. The car was off. He had pulled over to the side of the road to collect his thoughts for a moment. He and his fiancé of three years had just suffered a terrible breakup. Words were said. Obscenities were shouted. Doors were slammed. And hearts were broken.

As Luke sat in the cold, he had time to think it over. Was it really worth it? Was throwing away the best relationship and years of happiness over a stupid terrier worth it? He glanced out the passenger window at the old café. His eyes widened when he saw the sign. Le Coffee. Luke didn’t realize it when he pulled over, but this was the very café where he and Jessica had first met. Was it a sign? Luke leaned forward and looked up at the sky through the windshield. At first it was a single, but then a second ray of light broke through the clouds, as though they were just for him. Hell yeah it was a sign.

Luke looked at his watch. He frowned. In fifteen minutes, Jessica would be boarding a plane to visit her family in Florida for the Christmas. And then, well, and then he might not ever see her again. At the very least, he couldn’t let her on that plane without saying he’s sorry.

With a turn of his key, Luke started the car and peeled rubber. If he was going to make it in time, he was going to have to break some speed laws, but you know what they say. You can’t stop love. Within seconds, Luke was going sixty-seven MPH in a thirty-five MPH zone. He soon passed an intersection going a cool seventy-eight, startling a parked police officer causing him to spill his hot coffee all over himself. The blue lights came on, but Luke took no notice.

As he approached the town’s border, the road was blocked by a couple of granola type people pushing a fruit cart across the road. Was. Luke plowed through that fruit cart like it was the eighties and he was one half of a buddy cop team. Watermelon, oranges, and bananas were everywhere. It was of no concern to him, however, as his goal was fast approaching. The airport was within his sight.

With a sweet power slide, Luke parked his car right in front of the airport entrance, thereby blocking normal traffic, and ran inside. Racing down the twisting corridors, he pushed his way through various people trying to find the correct terminal of Jessica’s departure. Jumping a turnstile, he caught the eye of a security guard who started running after him, but Luke was just too damn fast. Taking a brief stop to look down the terminals, he spotted Jessica about to board a plane. With extreme gusto, he ran through the security gate, pushing down other passengers waiting their turn, only to be tackled to the ground by a TSA agent. The rest of security soon caught up and held Luke down, placing him in handcuffs as he fought to no avail to free himself..

“JESSICAAAAA!” he screamed.

The only woman who turned was a large blonde woman who was not his Jessica. She was clearly frightened by this and hurriedly boarded her plane.

Luke was arrested and charged with multiple misdemeanors and felonies including evading police, criminal speeding, destruction of property, resisteing arrest, and illegally passing through a security check point among other things.

Jessica found out about Luke on news. Though she had regretted her break up and was planning on calling him as soon as she arrived in Florida, she was terrified of the insane man Luke had become and decided to move to Montana where she started a whole new life.

Blonde obese Jessica became paranoid of and slightly aroused by the strange handsome man who she believed was stalking her at the airport. She made sure to keep her doors and windows unlocked in case he ever got out of prison.