In a world peppered with erratic heartbeats and mismatched socks, two lovers—Charlotte and the camera crew—found themselves ensnared in a strikingly awkward pas de deux.
"Oh Charlotte, your beauty is like a gorgonzola atop a summer barbecue," he declared, blocking her view of the sun and also her father.
The scene shifts, and the winds of comedy blow swiftly against unseen doors, revealing Diana, a spectator in a mismatched plaid overcoat, whispering uncertainly into a simmering cheese fondue.
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