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They’d started out as friends, just like her and Jack. Unlike her and Jack, though, he was the only one who was attached. She was free and available and oh so interested. Gary was adorable: shaggy curls framing a blue-eyed face, dimples playing peek-a-boo behind an incipient beard. They worked together at a forgettable job that she would later describe as jerking off Microsoft Word and occasionally cheating with Excel. PharmaCorp was then what it was years later: sterile, stern, nearly concentration-camp-like in its atmosphere. Smokestacks and steel. Kind of like Auschwitz with hipsters strolling together. They called this a campus.

It was that campus where they fell in love. Such an unlikely pair and yet in their way they were perfect. They liked to climb up to the rooftop and scream to the bay below. They got caught and lectured and they did it again anyway. That was who they were in those days: good-kid rebels, the ones who broke the rules but did it with such sweet smiles that you couldn’t help but give them a pass.