"Call it some sort of radical therapy for getting memories back," he winked. "I mean, it might just work."
When she asked him to order something decent, he gave her a smirk. He ordered the same meal, not wanting to wait at all. There was nothing wrong with her memory if she could remember the disastrous wine he ordered the last time they were there.
The wine list looked only half decent, and he chose what he hoped wasn't going to be disastrous, yet from a decent winemaker.
"It seems your memory is selecting the things I'd rather that you forget. Is there any possibility we're seeing a pattern?" he asked as he let his fingers slide alongside hers at the table.