I’m sitting pretty close to a couple at a coffee shop. The guy is scared shitless. I don’t think she knows. I think she likes him. He’s so wound up trying to be what she wants, she can’t see him. They’re both buried under years of pretending. She thinks she likes him. But she doesn’t know him. He doesn’t know himself. If things go horribly wrong for them, they could stay together and marry a stranger.