Low light. A cramped table for two. The kind of place where conversations either get louder or die.
EMMA and JAKE sit across from each other. The remains of their food between them.
A beat.
The therapist asked if I believed in monogamy.
And?
I said I believe in choosing someone. Every day. Even when it's not the easy choice.
That's not what she asked.
That's what I meant.
Jake looks at her. Really looks.
I don't know if I can do that.
A long pause.
Then we should probably stop pretending we already are.