“Do you remember our first date?”

She paused with her fork midway to her mouth. She looked him in the eye. She looked around the crowded restaurant without moving her head. Then, she smiled. “Of course, dear. We had our first date here. Which is why we always come here on our anniversary.”

He smiled back. He smacked his forehead with his palm. “Right! How could I be so stupid? How could I forget our first date? Right here in this restaurant. Probably at this very table.”

Her eyes lit up. “You remember!”

“Now I do. It just seems so fuzzy.”

She said something under her breath.

“How’s that? I couldn’t hear you talking so quietly.”

She whisper yelled, “You’re supposed to concentrate on the moment. Be present.”

He laughed. “Of course. Live in the moment. I just needed to remember why we’re here. We’re here to celebrate our love of…”. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. “…of How many years?”

She whisper yelled again, “Five.”

“Oh right. Five. It seems like just yesterday that we were walking down that aisle in the church. Oh what bliss.”

“Are you mental?” She was whispering and he had to lean closer to hear her. “It was just yesterday that we got this undercover assignment, you moron. There was no church. No walking down the aisle. But we’re supposed to be happily married. Thinking about kids now that it’s been five years. What is your problem? Why can’t you stick to the script? We could do our undercover surveillance job better, if you could just stick to the script.”

His eyes widened with realization. “Oh yeah. I wondered why I had forgotten all that stuff about you. I thought I was losing my mind.”

It was her turn to slap her forehead with her palm.