There is me, and there is you. There is also that guy over there. The one looking at us. He’s watching us and listening to our conversation. I have friends. You have friends. He’s on the phone. Maybe he’s talking to his friends, telling them all about us. Here are some pictures I took. Let me see pictures of your baby. Why is that guy looking at my pictures? Aren’t you creeped out that he’s checking out pictures of your baby? Maybe you shouldn’t show them to me here. It’s not very private. Why don’t we take this discussion online.