The man sits across from me. Rimmed glasses, peeking chest hair, and legs crossed. We've been sitting in silence for at least 30 seconds, we've passed the point at which small talk starts to sound very fake and ice-breaky. The clock ticks. The fan is silent but it's the only thing in the entire room that's moving, so it's very obvious. My mind starts drifting. If someone were to pop in they would have thought they were interrupting something very important and apologize
"How about that weather we've been having?" He says
Goddammit, he did it. I was really hoping he wouldn't
"Just beautiful, absolutely beautiful" I say
"It's a nice change, from, you know, that cold weather we've had"
"Yes it is... yes it is"
He trails off and looks back at the carpet; yellow shag with visible lint originating sometime in the early 60's. I'm picking at my hands.
Mom would say that's a bad habit, you need to quit.
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