Fail, fail, fail, fail, succeed

The Dinner

He ate as if dinner was the last food on earth, but instead of rushing, he relaxed and took his time. Savoring the grilled hangar steak cooked to a perfect medium-rare, he tried to place the spices she had dry-rubbed into the tender yet toothsome meat. Peppers with a hint of curry?

All he knew was if he died that night, he’d die a happy man.