A scorching Valentine’s Day in New York City.

A man in high heels and a woman wearing a man’s suit pretend

that they just met in the Parisian subway.

Several jarring notes, a few wrong clues, and one question:

what if perfect strangers are perfect just because they are strangers?

These two people may be a couple pretending not to know each other

so that they could experience, again, the consideration strangers have for each other.

Or maybe they are two strangers, for real, playing games

because they feel lonely on Valentine’s Day.

By the way, is it really Valentine’s Day?