He is sitting on the bed clad in nothing but an undershirt and tan cargo shorts, back propped up with pillows. She is laying on her stomach beside him wearing a tshirt and underwear. It is a thousand degrees outside on this day in the middle of July. The ceiling fan is spinning above them.
He has just synced her iPod to the Bluetooth in his new Bose radio and is scrolling through her music.
Him: What? No New Kids on the Block?
Her: I feel like you don’t even know me at all.
She turns over and closes her eyes in an attempt to go to sleep, flipping her hair out of her face in the process. He rolls his eyes at her eclectic music collection and selects a song from Roxy Music.