"Right. Sorry." He chuckled. "Do you want to go back to your apartment? I'm sure we're not allowed to sleep here, and Tom probably misses you."
"Mm. Well, if you're so disappointed, I could call two taxis and you could take one and I could take the other and we could just go our separate ways."
"That's mean and I'm offended," he said, his tone playful. "That would mean you don't want to spend more time with me."
"I'm only thinking of you, my darling," she said, squeezing his hand. "Since you seem to be so hurt by my words." She paused and then looked up at him. "Although, maybe we should just share a cab. Just, you know, to save money. No romantic feelings attached."
"Or, we could share a can to save money and because we're together and I love you and want to spend time with you. That's reasonable."
She tapped her watch and quickly ordered a taxi to their location. "Thank you," she said, turning to him. "I'd be pretty upset if we broke up again."
"Miss Abernathy," he said, his tone already condescending, "I think you should stop trying to break up with me."