"Shit. Maybe you'll change your mind, huh?" John stares at you lazily, lying back in bed.

"Seriously, babe, you know dating isn't my thing." He'd been trying to talk you out of going to the theater all week, calling it bullshit and delusional.

Covering his eyes John sighed. "I take it I have no choice? But you're not going to make me wear a damn tuxedo."