She wasn’t looking forward to Date Night. It was her turn to pick the takeaway but it was his turn to pick the movie. It wasn’t that he was the sort of guy to pick a misogynist gorefest. In fact they shared similar tastes in movies. He’d already said his next pick was just the sort of political thriller she liked. If it was her turn to pick, she’d be looking forward to it. The problem is it’d be on his account. The auction’d start, the systems would “create” the products. Another evening with *that* car and *those* shoes. Distracting.