"Stop, I can't take it anymore. I have no interest in knowing how her love interest looks like," she said, trying to hold her laughter in.
He gave her a hurt look, "you are so harsh. Here I was trying to showcase my acting chops and you crushed me with that one line. The creative person inside me is feeling thoroughly unloved," he continued in the same vein.
She rolled her eyes at his theatrics and told him to stop with the exaggerated nonsense.
It was a Thursday night, when one of her favourite local bands performed at Covent Garden, every week. On an impulse, she told him about it.
"Of course, I want to go. I wanted to go the minute you declared that they are better than our band. The vocalist in me is aghast and protesting on behalf of Li Jie and Deng Chung. How dare you!" he chided her in a heartbroken voice.
"You are such a child," she shook her head and told him.
The bill came and Tang took out his wallet to settle it.
