A couple on the inbound 1 train. She has her arms folded across her chest. Both are trying to keep this private.
Him: It’s not what you think it is.
Her: What do you mean “it’s not what I think”? Is it or is not what you told me?
Him: I don’t know what I said, but I can tell you’re thinking it’s something else.
Her: Like what?
Him: Like I don’t have to say what.
Her: Fine, it’s not that, I believe you.
Her: But that doesn’t stop me from feeling hurt by it.