Who remembers things?:
CJ claims she does but a lot of the time, Toby tends to quietly remember more so.
CJ walked into the kitchen one morning and observed the calendar on the wall, muttering to herself.
"Morning, honey." Toby came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
"Hey." She sighed, eyes still fixed on the calendar.
"Checking anything in particular? You know, anniversaries or anything?" he asked.
"Ours isn't for 3 months, Tobus. I do remember these things." She turned and grabbed his hands. "Coffee?"
He nodded, eyes narrowed suspiciously; she walked over to the coffee machine.
"CJ?" Toby asked, sitting at the kitchen table and opening his newspaper.
"Yeah?" she handed him a mug of coffee and sat opposite, sipping her own.
"It's the 14th today right?" he wondered, placing the paper down.
"Toby, you're reading a newspaper. Use your eyes." She replied.
"I'm just checking." Toby responded defensively.
"I need to get dressed." She said, standing up.
"You not gonna eat first?" he asked, worried.
"I'll grab a bagel on the way to work." CJ looked down at him.
"You better." He warned.
"Jeez okay." She chuckled. "What's with you?"
"Nothing." He smiled, taking another sip of coffee.
"Okay, weirdo." She walked out of the room.
"I can't believe it's the State of the Union next week." Toby walked into the bedroom a few minutes later, his voice possessing a suggestive tone.
"Oh god it is isn't it?" CJ replied absentmindedly, buttoning up her blouse. "You forget when you're not there."
"And you claim you remember these things." Toby laughed, flopping onto the bed.
"What?" she said, facing him.
"Nothing." He smiled, waving his hand airily.
"Get ready, Tobus, you'll be late." She wagged her finger at him and he headed to the bathroom to shower.
"Sure, State of the Union. It's also the anniversary of our first date." He muttered, turning on the shower.
"What did you say?" CJ called.
"Nothing, honey!" he yelled back, stepping into the shower.
"Okay." was the muffled response in the bedroom.
