"Why can't we see each other on Friday evenings?" Aimee asked.
A look of annoyance crossed Gene's face as he said "That's my night with the guys. I've told you that over and over."
"OK, OK, I get it." Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Annoyance had turned to concern.
Trying to control her sobbing, Aimee asked meekly, "Do you love me?"
"Of course I do. Why do you ask?" Gene looked baffled.
"Well, we've been going together now for two years." Aimee's tears had subsided.
"Yeah, so." Gene spat out the words.
In a soft voice, Aimee said, "When I talk about our future, you change the subject."
"I can't talk about the future because I'm busy getting my career on track." Gene said.