Just a random bit that came to me last night for NaNo:
His eyes widened. “You told her how we met?”
“No, I told her a story of how we met.”
He laughed, “Our eyes met across a crowded room?”
“Costume party.”
“Halloween?”
“New Years Eve.”
“The Phantom and Christine?” he knew the games his wife liked to play.
“No, but that’s a good idea. Louis XIV and Marie Antoinette.”
“Did she buy it?” he asked.
“Ate it up with a spoon. [small spoilerish bit redacted]” she laughed at the memory of the dreamy eyed doctor, obviously picturing herself dancing with the infamous Dr. Quick.
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