– Babe.
– What.
– Do you think I should wear this shirt?
– I don't know. Where are you going?
– You mean where we're going. We're having dinner at the Millers'.
– Oh, no! I totally forgot!
– Shocking.
– What? I have more important things to think about.
– Me too, but we promised we'd go, remember?
– No, you said so. I just put on a silly face and played dumb. You were the one acting as if you were over the moon about it.
– Are you blaming me?
– Of course I am. You kept saying, "We have to meet soon" and then you quickly exchanged phones. Now you're on their contact list forever.
– I give my number all the time at work, but I've never gone out with any of my clients.
– That's not true. You once had dinner at that pizza place.
– Did I? With who?
– Some Martin Scorsese.
– Really? I can't remember. Anyway, get dressed. I don't want to be late.
– I'm dressed.
– Then do your makeup.
– I just did.
– Really? Then don't forget to grab your invisibility cloak.
– Okay. Let's go over with it and pretend we're normal people.
– Good idea, and if that doesn't work, pretend to be a lamp.
– Still. They won’t even notice us unless we bring wine.
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I can relate to this: going to social events that I honestly want to attend. (Reading this, I wanted to know more details about the couple. Seems like a long-term couple, probably middle-aged or possibly older. Is the man in sales?)