Price had, unfortunately, just taken a mouthful of rum and coke at the moment she said the words 'wrong truck', and he was soon spitting it halfway across the table.
"God, I'm sorry," he sputtered, after coughing for a moment. "But yes, I remember! How could I forget? Poor .. uh .. Alex, wasn't it?" he asked, straining to remember his name. "Damn, I could have sworn it was my truck.."
He shook his head in amusement. It was fun, remembering all the things they'd done together in the past, but it was sad, too. It reminded Price of a time when he was young and naive enough to believe that love was all they needed to get them through anything, even stupid fights that neither of them wanted to have.