"Well? Don't you have anything to say?"
"I'm just...I really wasn't expecting this."
"Say something. Anything."
"I'm sorry. But I don't feel about you that way."
"Oh."
"I mean you're a great guy and I like you but..."
"Oh."
"I hope we can still stay friends."
"Hmm..."
The Study Group
The readings did not match the graph. Five people, four months and no results. He heard the beep of her cellphone. She excused herself. He saw her blush as she closed the door behind her. He leaned back in the chair and sighed.
He knew she would leave now. The simulation would have to wait.
The Invite
He had been away. A business trip. The mailbox looked like it was about to burst. Bills, preapproved offers, a wedding invite, dvds, more bills, flyers...wait! Her wedding invite. He threw it into the trash.
He couldn't sleep. He came back and fished it out. Better shred it. Too much id theft nowadays.
Terminal C
"Hi."
"Hey, fancy seeing you here."
"Yeah, work travel. How about you? Another annual trip home?"
"Yes."
"Alone?"
"Yeah, actually he...uhhh...Why don't you sit down?"
"No, my flight leaves soon. I just saw you so stopped by to say hi. Sorry, gotta run."
He seems happy.
She's been crying.
Opinions
"Who is this girl?"
"Huh?"
"The one you write about."
"No one. She doesn't exist. It's fiction."
"Raaaight..."
"Anyhoo, could you just tell me what you thought about the stories?"
"I can't, without knowing more about the characters. So, who is this girl?"
He sighed. He would just have to post it as it was.
