GREG Ahhhh, they’re …/ Technically neither, I think. It’s Asia Minor. Or Anatolia.

STEPH Huh. ’Cause they’re right down there on a map where it gets … all … messy. Right?/ At the bottom, by … (Miming.) … the …

GREG Ha!/ Yeah, down by all those countries that’re … it’s a jumble down there!

STEPH I know! Fuck, I used to hate Geography. In school. Hated that shit … (Beat.) We live in America, for God’s sake, who gives a shit where the straits of Gibraltar are … right?

GREG Yeah. Absolutely. (Beat.) I think there’s just one of ’em, but yes. I agree.

STEPH One what?

GREG Doesn’t matter. (Beat.) Should I check on our … with the hostess?

STEPH Nah, it’s ok. I don’t mind waiting. It’s nice out. (She points.) Why don’t we just sit until the little thingie buzzes?

GREG ’Kay.

They wander over to a bench and take a seat. They hold hands. GREG studies the buzzer. Shakes it. Waits.

STEPH Where are you supposed to be instead?

GREG What?

STEPH Instead of at dinner? With me?

GREG …

STEPH Obviously you didn’t tell Carly yet, so I’m just curious./ Where?

GREG Ummmm …/ At a school thing. I was there, actually, just before this, so …/ It’s not a complete lie … because of …

STEPH I see./ That’s great.

GREG I just … but no, I didn’t tell her yet. About us.

GREG starts to say something else but stops. He shrugs.

STEPH Then how come we’re doing this?/ Why?

GREG Huh?/ What’s that mean?

STEPH I mean I don’t wanna keep sneaking around like some … fucking …

GREG … I know, I know …!

STEPH Well, then do something about it, Greg.

GREG I’m trying to! It’s not so easy …

STEPH Ummmmm, it should be./ Yeah.

GREG Really?/ Why’s that?

STEPH Because you wanna be with me! Or so you said …

GREG … you know I do, that is not the issue here, alright?

STEPH Then enlighten me. (Beat.) And real fucking quickly, too, if you don’t mind …

GREG I’m trying to.

STEPH Trying is bullshit; you either do something or you don’t … it’s that simple.

GREG … it … hasn’t been very long … yet …

STEPH Long enough for me to walk out on Tim! For me to pack up my shit and move back to my parents’ house and have the two of them look at me across the table like I’m a fucking crazy person—they like Tim. I think they like him more than they like me!—but I’ve done all that already, and I was married!! I have to go through a divorce and watch everybody around here staring at me or, or, or smiling behind my back, figuring that I wasn’t good enough for him … that kinda shit … but I did it and I’m willing to live with that for you. For you, Greg. And part of that was because you made it clear—or as clear as anything that you ever do, which is pretty much like the consistency of “mud”—that you felt the same way as me. That you were in need of me back in your life. (Beat.) That is how long it’s been by my count … so …