He gets on the train first, stands in front of an empty seat to hold it for her. When she sits and looks up at him, he pinches her cheek. He's getting off at the next stop, but she is riding further down the line. He kisses her good-bye, once, twice, a third time. I can see her face over his shoulder, the eyes wide and unblinking, then narrowing in annoyance by the final kiss. By the time he's moved to the exit door, she is already staring off, head forward, not following his movement, his leave-taking. I see his hand on the door and look for it. There is the ring, and one on her hand too. It's too late.