He was online eleven minutes ago. But he hasn’t replied. Across the table, my friend is describing a situation at work involving several people whose names I really should have learned by now. I nod enthusiastically and make a sympathetic noise. Apparently someone has behaved badly. I’m prepared to support her on that. Under the table, I open my messages. My fiancé is traveling for work. Meetings. Dinners. Time zones. Of course I understand. I am a reasonable woman with an ex