Carmen heard this story for the fifth time... leastwise. But she didn't really care. Though the funniest point was that well... David was a lovely guy, a great boyfriend since a couple of hours her husband, but he never had been something like a<em>party animal</em>. Every time when he told the story she had to think about that night when they got to know each other. It was her last year in college and she and a couple of girlfriends were celebrating their final exam in a club. She was loaded and in a great mood and the reason why she noticed him was because she cannoned into him during a crazy dance and spilled her drink all over him... while he was standing at the bar, sipping a coke and obviously waiting for his friends to get ready so they finally could take off. Of course<strong>he</strong>has been the driver. 'So no darling' she thought to herself 'you are the most amazing and lovely guy I've ever met, but this Spanish gentleman definitely was right...' She smiled at him as he told his favourite story and thought a second about a good comeback for his desert-question. "Well honey" she whispered and paused a while before she leaned back. That moment her look accidentally met Adam's again as he was getting his desert. "What about me for desert?" she asked and looked back at David. Though this moment she felt how she addressed this question rather to Adam than to her husband. She got frightened by this thought and she hoped David wouldn't notice. "Or would you rather have some ice-cream?" she added this stupid joke to distract him (or herself?) from this awkward situation...