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."