Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels.
"Does this wristband match my sports attire?"
"Is this a joke or what? Darling, are you really serious?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Of course."
"And why is it suddenly an issue?"
"Come on, Cara. You know how I love to assess attire."
"Thank you for reminding me that you run a big fashion house in town."
"Cara darling, stop being sarcastic."
"I am not being sarcastic here, baby."
"Then why talk about my work when we are supposed to be having a tennis match."
"Supposed to be having a tennis match. You said it, not me. Doesn’t that tell you that something is wrong, Ross? We should already be in a game, but instead we are here just talking about what I don't know."
"You don't know? Are you saying that I am not making any sense?"
She sighed heavily. "I never said that. All I am trying to say is can we start already?"
"Wait. Are you saying that what I am trying to point out doesn't matter?"
"What are you trying to point out?"
"You know that I can get inspiration from almost anywhere."