Eh.

This whole thing must tie together somehow, right? We'll start with two points, build some sort of meaning behind them, create conflict as they coincide, and end up with a story. It will be an experiment.

James often suspected he was a fictional character. He looked at his job, and the people he always seemed to meet in that certain type of bar, and couldn't help but glimpse a happy grandiosity in it all. And if this was fiction, would the author ever get bored? When the time came, would he feel the paper crumple or the file empty? James kept his life interesting, just in case his suspicions were true.
Of course, without knowing his genre, certain actions became quite risky.

And She didn't really think about other people so much. She sometimes realized the fundamental error, and tried very hard to correct it, but ended up at the same point. She didn't think about other people because they didn't matter. If they mattered, wouldn't they make themselves known?

These two are destined to intersect.