“What time is it?” she inquires. “Nine-thirty,” he obliges. “Motherfucker.” “Yea.” “Well, what do you wanna do now?” “Ugh.” “You could bore me,” she winks with a little body-to-body teaser. “Oh,” he perks. “I love good boring company,” she flirts. “I live to bore,” he retorts. She rolls her eyes. “To the subway then,” he…