"Do you think they make it?" Sarah asked softly, her voice devoid of its usual snark.

"Oh, 100%," Sarah agreed. "But look at her face. She knows. She just can't fight this feeling that he's the one, even if his 'secret' is a whole second family or a mountain of debt."

"Probably not," Mark said honestly. "But I get why they're trying. When you have that feeling... you just can't turn it off."

As the theme music swelled, Sarah curled her feet under her, clutching a glass of wine. Mark was already leaning forward, his eyes narrowed at the screen where a couple was arguing over a prenup in a crowded airport. It was the kind of mess they loved to dissect—the cultural clashes, the questionable fashion choices, and the inevitable "I’m done!" that never actually meant anyone was done.