Oodles of couples hang out at the Flat Space. Some go for a walk, or take the cable car down to the beach, but many just sit together in their cars.
This afternoon there was one young couple: as I passed by I heard laughter from the car - she was nestled in his arms, and they were kissing and smiling, the picture of happiness.
I jogged around again. She was back at her side of the car, arms folded, glaring out the window. He gripped the steering wheel, staring down at it, looking furious. The loving moment was irreparably shattered.