"Do you remember that time?", he said, excited like a child, a sparkle in his eye and mischief in his smile. "That time when I grabbed your hand, and we ran beneath the flicker of lamplight; to that little place, a corner in the dark alley we know so well?"
"No", she says, coolly, "You
did that with someone else; I'm married, you see. Clearly, you're mistaken."