I nervously stumbled out of my living room and into the kitchen. I couldn’t understand why she was so cold. I was being as friendly as possible, especially since she was considerably pretty, yet all she did was glare at me. I poured two cups of coffee and walked back into the living room, “Here you are, one cup of coffee.”
“Thanks.”
I returned to laying on the couch and began watching her, as creepy as that sounded. Charlotte seemed to be trying to ignore my presence completly and at the same time she was sneaking glances at me. I finally got the courage to speak, “You don’t like me, do you?”
Instead of flipping out, she sighed, “It’s not you per se.”
“What? The entire male population?” I jokingly asked, but then the look she gave me said that that was, not jokingly, the answer.
Charlotte sighed again, “It’s a long story.”
I shrugged, “I go to work at nine. I have time.”