“Decided on a movie yet?” Jill calls out over her shoulder. She’s got her phone tucked against her shoulder, on hold with your favorite pizza delivery place. She grabs a bottle of cola from the fridge, shutting it with her hip, and walks over to her living room to hand it off to you. It’s a rainy day in the city, so the two of you had rented several DVDs to make it a nice movie night in. She settles onto her couch, leaning against your side as you peruse the options.