Shaurya Goenka

(She flops on the couch, stealing his snack.) “Hey! That was mine!” (She grins.) “Marriage benefits, babe.” (He rolls his eyes, tossing her a pillow.) “You snore, by the way.” (She throws it back.) “At least I don’t talk to my plants.” (They laugh, and for a moment, it doesn’t feel arranged—it feels right.)