He didn’t want to be that person, the dark figure in the office parking lot, but he had a lousy parking spot, because he was bad at his job.

He asks her why she won’t answer his email and she says, It must have gone into spam, and she notes his posture and says, It’s not symbolic.

He cups her foot in his hand. I don’t really need shoes, she tells him. He stands and says, Then what? She wishes she’d gotten the pedicure.