Jonathan-Christopher paces back and forth as Vickie pours herself a tall frosty cup of orange juice.

Jonathan-Christopher:
I just don’t get it.

Vickie:
What’s there to get, honey?

Vickie replies to her husband between sips of glorious no pulp goodness.

Jonathan-Christopher:
Mathias. I mean, we’ve been neighbors for how long? And I found that locket just between our apartments and something felt off.

Vickie sets her glass down and goes over to comfort her man.

Vickie:
It’s okay. Don’t you dare fret over this.

Jonathan-Christopher
You’re right. You’re right. It’s in my head, isn’t it?

Vickie nods before planting a bashful peck on the lips.

Vickie:
You’re crazy, you know that? Listen, Mathias and Teresa have been our neighbors forever. It’s the same as it’s always been. They are madly in love, just like we are.

Jonathan-Christopher nods profusely.

Jonathan-Christopher:
We’re mirror images of each other, aren’t we? It’s kind of magical that we’re each other’s neighbors, right?

Vickie laughs with love from the pit of her stomach.

Vickie:
Exactly. That’s what I’m saying. Tell you what, why don’t we invite just the two of them over for dinner. For old time’s sake?

Jonathan-Christopher disengages from Vickie as he begins cleaning up her mess like a good husband should. He puts the lid on the juice canister before depositing it into the fridge.

Jonathan-Christopher
That sounds like a wonderful dinner date, love. You know what though? Let’s do one better than bringing them here for dinner. I’ll make a reservation at that fancy new restaurant.

Vickie claps with glee as Jonathan-Christopher runs into the other room with excitement to grab his phone.

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