Lost Socks (2017)

They are an ex-couple on the fringes of love. He is either in love with her or wants to be. She is in a relationship asking her to become someone she is not. At 11pm on a relentless weekday they meet in downtown New York City. He is running away from a wall of white noise supplied by his a/c, in an empty house that smells like GrubHub. She is running away from a horde of texts from her lover who wants her home. They walk, and smile, and smoke, and fall into an uncomfortably frank conversation about the flash of time they had together and where they might go from here.