shall we dance?

"You what?!"

"I'm sorry, I just . . . "

"Were you gonna tell me?"

"Yes!  Yes, of course."

"Yeah, when were you gonna tell me?"

Gosh, this is straight out of a soap opera.  Annie closed her eyes.

"Annie!  When were you gonna tell me?"

Annie opened her eyes to see Nate's pained eyes inches away from her.  She closed her eyes again.

"I'm sorry, Nate," she whispered.  "It's . . . just a dance."

"No, no, it's not.  You told me you wanted time off and I thought that meant we both weren't gonna fool around."  Nate pushed the table away and stood up.  Annie grabbed his arm and he swung her hand away.

"Nate, please, what are you doing?"

"If this is what you think of us, how you can treat me, then this - whatever it is, whatever it was - this is over."