Jake isn’t sure whether to turn his back. It’d be a little weird not to, because she is changing, and it’s not like they’ve kissed this week. But it’d be equally weird not to look: they are still technically going out.

He ends up lamely flipping through her scrapbook again–an excuse not to watch, which turns out to be a mistake.

“Here,” Ruth says behind him, and slips out the one of her on the escalator, hair in her mouth. She’s very beautiful. “I’d like you to have it.”

“Thank you,” he says.

“Wanting you is killing me,” he doesn’t.