We'd been sitting at one of their outdoor tables for maybe half an hour. I glanced at Libby.
There was something on her head.
Upon further inspection, it was a spider. Not only a spider, but a spider with JAZZ HANDS! (I think I heard it singing, too.)
Ryan saw it at the same time.
I attempted to flick the spider off of my friend. I failed.
Ryan then swooped in and didn't fail. He saved the day.
THE END.
(Kudos to Libby for not freaking out about spiders and lunging friends.)
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