We sit together at our local cafe in comfortable silence. The we-have-been-a-couple-for-over-ten-years sort of silence. He pulls out a book, I pull out my phone. “Whatcha reading?” I ask . “It’s a Tomas Mann book. Apparently, there’s a character in it based on Lukacs”. I open Instagam, he opens his book. Moments later I notice him thumbing through the book, then stop and a seemingly random page. “I found the bit where Lukacs’s character comes in.” he explains. We argue about the ethics of randomly dipping into a novel. I return to Instagram, he returns to his book. Neither one of us admitting defeat.