Location: Sushi Ya Restaurant, Garden City, New York — February 14, 2013, 10:14 pm

Sounds heard: general “happy human” sounds, i.e. a euphony of lovebirds chatting in the small room, with the exception of the couple at the table next to ours, who can be heard bickering (“I’m not shallows, don’t call me shallow.”)  Stephen and I tease each other with phony, hackneyed expressions of love (“Your eyes are like limpid pools of…”)  At one point, Stephen begins explaining to me the concept of moshing at a concert, and two waiters can be heard nearby speaking a foreign language to one another.