She’d left him because he was passive aggressive. A year later she met him at a party but he said, Do I know you? and this time she hit him.

Why does all conditioner look like cum? he asks in the shower. She puts some in his hair and massages it in. Blame the patriarchy, she says.

She owns the dance floor, a confident, married woman. He approaches her and implies something confidently. I’m a married woman, she replies.

He caressed the glass of bourbon and she thought, If only he touched me like that, and then he drank it down and she didn’t want him anymore.

I lost a button. So I went to the store. And I flirted with the salesgirl. Her boyfriend was huge. He beat me up. And I lost another button.

The car was airborne now, and he turned to her and said, I know I’ve always loved you. But she remained silent. And then things got awkward.