Him: "Please take those off? You look like a glasshole."

Her: "This is so much better than Google Glass was ever going to be. These guys aren't afraid of facial recognition. So many more possibilities."

Him: "Hope you don't fall into a manhole or something..."

Her: "Think I'll manage, thanks."

Him: "I just wish you'd talk to me."

Her: "I am talking to you. I just want to play with my new toy too. Let me have my fun. Besides, trust me, you'll be ignoring me and playing augmented reality games on your own pair within the year. I'll take them off when we get to dinner, promise."

Him: "Where is this car, anyway?"

Her: "Spex, when's the Uber arriving? Four minutes."

Him: "So you'll be doing a lot of that from now on?"

Her: "You should talk, Mister 'Siri, remind me tomorrow morning to remember that I have to remind myself at 10 o'clock on Tuesday to remind me that....' Anyway. You'll follow my lead as always and have one by Christmas, I'm sure."

Him: "I'm sure."

Her: "Oh.... See that couple PDAing on the bench? The Spex say I'm only one degree away from him, he works with Margot. The woman is two degrees away and...huh...isn't his wife."

Him: "Stop being nosy. And stop using those things to ignore me."

Her: "Fine, I'll ignore you without them."

Him: "Look--"

Her: "No, you look. You don't get to imply that I'm emotionally cheating on you and then get pissy that my feelings are hurt."

Him: "Wasn't implying anything, just asking who this work guy is who keeps talking to you and liking all your shit on Instagram and Facebook and--"

Her: "You said flirting, not talking."

Him: "Because you are."

Her: "I'm allowed to have friends. I'm even allowed to flirt, dammit. You put so much weight on things that are just...ephemeral bullshit, not important. I'm not sitting on a park bench making out with someone who isn't you. It's not real, it's just...like, a game."

Him: "You used to play those games with me."

Her: "You used to be around more instead of disappearing and leaving me alone for weeks at a time! ...Fuck. Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I yelled. But really, you can't trust me after a decade of marriage?"

Him: "Well, a bright little girl I know once told me a whole lot can change in ten years, especially these days."

Her: "Fuck you. I'm going home."

Him: "No. I'll go home. Go enjoy the city with your new robot eyes. Maybe stream it with your new friend."

Her: "Jesus, did you really just say that?"

Him: "I don't mean...I just...we need to cool off. I need to cool off. We can't go to dinner like this."

Her: "You think? Jesus. I honestly don't understand what you're turning into right now."

Him: "That makes two of us."