A man named Leo was on a date with a woman named Chloe. Things were going incredibly well. They had great conversation, laughed at the same jokes, and were sharing a delicious dessert.
Leo leaned forward and said, “You know, Chloe, I have to be honest. I’m having a wonderful time. You’re everything I’ve been looking for in a partner.”
Chloe blushed. “I’m having a great time too, Leo. I feel the same way.”
“There’s just one thing,” Leo said, his expression turning serious. “It’s a bit of a quirk I have. I hope it’s not a deal-breaker.”
“What is it?” Chloe asked, intrigued.
“Well,” Leo confessed, “every Tuesday night, I transform into a small, wooden table.”
Chloe stared at him, blinked, and then burst out laughing. “Oh, Leo, you’re so funny! You almost had me!”
Leo didn’t laugh. He just looked at her with a completely straight face. “I’m not joking.”
Chloe’s smile faded. “Wait, you’re serious? You… you turn into a table?”
“A small, mahogany coffee table, to be precise,” Leo confirmed. “Just on Tuesdays. From sunset to sunrise.”
Chloe was speechless for a moment. She looked at Leo, who was waiting patiently for her reaction. She took a sip of her water, thinking. Finally, a slow smile spread across her face.
“Leo,” she said. “That’s perfect.”
Leo was stunned. “Perfect? Really? You’re okay with it?”
“More than okay,” she said, leaning closer. “It just solves one tiny problem I have.”
“What’s that?” Leo asked, full of hope.
Chloe replied, “My other boyfriend turns into a lamp on Tuesdays, and he’s been complaining about having nowhere to put his book.”