They practically stumble through the door, fumbling to make sure they look “together,” a new couple trying to look older and experienced in their love, not like the older couples that come in trying to find their way back to that young love again. Their fingers lace in and out, they ask each other’s opinions and one always agrees with the other. They wander idly along the maze of shelves, in and out, roaming eyes skipping and gliding over the titles, always peeping and glancing their way back towards each other. Their language is all in future tense; but they don’t yet realize that they are their future, in one way or another.