We have a leisurely dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall Italian place that a New Yorker friend of Connie's told her about. It lives up to its recommendation and I try to focus on the conversation instead of the fact that we're going to be sharing a bed in a few hours.
The play is everything we hoped it would be and as we file out for intermission, everyone is singing its praises.
"Oh god!" Connie says, turning towards me. "There they are!" She whispers. I look past her and see Chris with a very attractive woman walking in our direction. They haven't seen us and Connie seems to want to keep it that way.
"Don't panic." I tell her calmly. "This is a great opportunity to show him you're not sitting home sulking." I look her in the eye. "Walk right up and act like you're surprised to see him
