Someone else, a young man with a buzzcut and skeleton earring hanging from his right earlobe, comes up to us. We are at the long, antique bar and he immediately casts his eyes into her nervous, illuminated face that now wants to stabilize itself by staking its future on her prominently displayed aquiline nose poised for action. I notice that even as he is willing to acknowledge my presence, she is already responding to him in a way I have never seen before.