I’m depressed.  Why can’t Leigh be here?  I miss her so much and here I am hanging out with Erik, who’s a great guy but he’s just like me, we’re just two guys alone at the Trevi Fountain in Rome surrounded by pairs of lovers, seeing nothing but each other, and do we have anyone?  No.  Erik may pretend to be above all this sentimental stuff, but I have an idea he may regret what I am pretty sure happened on that ferry boat the other night.  He and Françoise disappeared for quite awhile, and it’s been a little out of character for him not to say anything about it.  I’m not even sure if I should ask!  But he’s looking a little upset actually.  I wonder if maybe he’s gone back on his position about things from our little tipsy discussion in Athens.
So he’s here, a lone guy, and I’m here too, without my girlfriend.  Sigh.  We’re a pathetic pair of souls!

I want to talk to Leigh, I want to hear her voice and see what she’s doing.

What?  Oh, sure, Erik.  Now? We can go, but I was thinking about maybe giving Leigh and Sabrina a quick call.
Well, not just to talk...
It shouldn’t cost too much...
I can tell her we’ll be a little late when we meet up.  I mean, we will, I checked the timetables.  I just want to make sure she’s OK and see what she’s up to.

[later, after a phone call]

Ouch.  No, of course she couldn’t talk.  She was “going out”.  Night on the town!   Dammit.  Why doesn’t she miss me?!  If she does she certainly doesn’t let on.  And hey, tomorrow morning we’re heading to the same place she’s leaving!

Well, Erik, I’m with you.  Where can we find the night spots in Rome?