He was over at her apartment and stared blankly at the TV, while she was in the kitchen preparing dinner. This was typical of their shared meals - the guest didn't cook but did dishes.
"Hey," she said. No answer. She said it louder this time, "HEY."
He came out of his reverie and looked over at her. They had been together for a few months and things had been good, very good - she was pretty, smart, and they made each other laugh. Furthermore, she was physically his type: Asian, slightly over five feet tall, slim with small breasts, medium length jet black shiny hair, and a rapturous smile. Oh - that smile he thought was just for him. But it seemed all good things must come to an end, and it looked like this was no exception to that rule.
Thu set the food on the table. He mumbled his thanks and they ate in silence. Last night, she had just told him that she was thinking about getting back with her ex-boyfriend. What the hell? So why did she even ask him over tonight? He was confused and upset and angry so he just kept mechanically eating dinner so as not to say anything rash.
"How's the chicken pho?" she asked optimistically.
"Good."
"My mom's recipe."
"Great."
This is really uncomfortable, he thought. I have to get out of here.
He ate faster and was prepared to leave right after dinner, but as he got up, Thu misread his intentions.
"You don't have to do dishes," she said.
His face contorted as he thought to himself: Are you fucking kidding me? I'm getting dumped and you expect me to do the dishes as well?!!
But he held his tongue and swallowed his anger, letting it burn slowly in the pit of his stomach.
After a brief hesitation, he sat down again on the now uncomfortable loveseat. Thu got up with the dishes, washed them quickly, then came back into the living room and sat down next to him.
"So..." she drew out the word.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked.
She just stared at the carpet in silence.
This was more than awkward. After a seeming eternity that was only a few seconds, he reached over and pulled her towards him. Thu put her head on his chest but still said nothing.
I guess this is it. She's going back to him. It was good while it lasted, he thought.
He pulled her closer by her waist and as a result, his hands slipped under the hem of her blue and white striped shirt. She was a professional and dressed conservatively, and after getting home, she left the shirt on, but changed into a pair of beige shorts. She felt good lying on him and he breathed in her scent, enjoying the moment that would soon end. But despite her facade, he knew Thu wasn't nearly the good conservative Catholic she seemed to be. After all, just a week ago she had confided to him that she had fantasies of getting bent over and fucked on her desk at work.
He regretted never getting that opportunity. She felt great in his arms, her smooth white skin supple against his fingers, which were clasped around her side.