In line at the 59th Street Starbucks. 5:30 pm. An early 20s couple:
Little Tiny Trendy Girl Wearing a Sweater in Ninety Degree Heat: No, I'm not, like, mad. I'm just...like, I accept you for you, but it's just, like it takes me out--briefly--of our relationship. Like, I'm pulled away for a second when you do it, that's all.
Painfully Skinny Hipster Boy With A Sailor's Bracelet On: Well, when you say that, it's not a little thing. That really pisses me off. That you're like "I mean, it's fine but I like you less" ...like, that's basically what you're saying. You're saying it repels you. But in the same breath you're like "don't worry about it"...well, obviously I'm going to--
LTTGWASINDH: But that's what I'm saying you don't have--
PSHBWASBO: But I'm obviously going to worry when my girlfr--
LTTGWASINDH: There must be things I do that are like similar--
PSHBWASBO: No. I don't have anything like that.
LTTGWASINDH: That's ridiculous. You must. You have to. Come on. I'm a grownup. I can handle it.
PSHBWASBO: Well, honestly this conversation. This...This conversation does that for me. Like, when you pick at me like this and act like it's no big deal.
LTTGWASINDH: Because it IS no big deal. It's seriously--
PSHBWASBO: It's a big deal to me because now I feel like an asshole. I had no idea you even noticed. But now I'm like, thinking back to all the times, and realizing you must have felt that way so often. I do it a lot, so you must have felt that way, like, constantly--
LTTGWASINDH: That's not true. It's not constant. It's not.
PSHBWASBO: Well, right, but now I'm thinking it's like all the time.
LTTGWASINDH: Well, that's in your head, I never said that.
PSHBWASBO: But do you understand why it makes me paranoid and crazy?
Starbucks Clerk: Good afternoon, what can I get you?
LTTGWASINDH: A tall coffee. With a little room.
LTTGWASINDH: Yes, definitely.
(Pause. Typing on register.)
PSHBWASBO: Grande iced coffee, sweetened.
(SC types. Silence for a moment.)
LTTGWASINDH: You get sweetened?
PSHBWASBO: Yeah. Always.
SC: Will that be all?
LTTGWASINDH: I think so.
(PSHBWASBO hands him a five dollar bill. LTTGWASINDH says nothing. SC hands PSHBWASBO change. They move off to wait. Looking at their phones. He, an iphone. She--mysteriously--an android.)
LTTGWASINDH: Abby just texted me.
LTTGWASINDH: Francis Ha is playing in a half hour at Lincoln Plaza.
PSHBWASBO: What is that?
LTTGWASINDH: It's good, I think.
(Pause. He picks up a stirrer and starts absentmindly chewing on it. Looking at facebook on his phone.)
LTTGWASINDH: Should we go?
PSHBWASBO: Oh. Yeah, sure.
LTTGWASINDH: Cool. It's apparently great.
SC: Grande iced, sweetened.
LTTGWASINDH: Ha, sweetened.
(PSHBWASBO grabs his coffee. They start towards the door.)
PSHBWASBO: Wait, where are we going again?
LTTGWASINDH: Francis Ha.
PSHBWASBO: Oh, cool.