She doesn’t sport tattoos. What he just said is beyond insensitive. He’ll have to work harder from here on in. But she used to be a gymnast.

The food was lodged in his throat. She tried to administer mouth to mouth but he refused. I’ve Googled you, he wheezed. And she walked away.

The wind tickles her face. She leans into it and experiences the luxury of simple wishes. The wind dies. And something inside of her as well.

I took the earbuds out and said, Start over. She stepped back as if shot. I can’t repeat all that, she complained. I put the earbuds back in.

He entered the room smartly and she put on her sunglasses and he said, Why so aloof? and she replied, Your teeth are especially yellow today.

He studies the old furniture and he says, What’s that aroma? and she reflexively crosses her legs and that’s when he falls in love with her.