She could not remember his name though she’d known him for years. She was trying to introduce him to the hostess.  His name far outstripped her, and she had to reach long and wide for just the first letter…just out her treat. She was not drunk. Nor was she nervous. She was quite adept at introductions and did them with flair: drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, lips glossed, hair coiffed, dress rustling easily.
Except for this time. And her inability to recall his name had nothing to do with the fact that he was good-looking. Beauty never threw her off, never took her breath away.
Before things became to awkward, he introduced himself.
She was shocked when he said his name was Thomas. She’d been calling him Tonio for years.