Two friends sit at a café in some non-descript urban jungle. The dinner is quiet, as the regulars start to stroll in for their morning jolt. The kitchen clamors in preparation for the a.m. rush. The friends smile through their exhausted hangovers, marveling at the night of debauchery they just survived together. But, something has changed. They lean in a little closer than usual. Their eyes roam each others’ faces precariously, as their platonic affections carelessly push off the edge of the sticky counter.