That

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"When is this dinner again?"

She looked up from her magazine. "I beg your pardon?"

"You know…"

She looked at him expectantly.

He sighed. "I think you said it was next week,"

"Doesn't ring a bell."

"You said something about fish for Raye and that thing that Serena likes,"

"Serena likes lots of things, Nate."

"You know," he gestured with his hands. "That thing."

"Oohh! That thing and that dinner,"

They stared at each other for a few minutes.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

She picked up her magazine. "Not a clue."