We take the elevator up to the sixth floor quietly. I lean against one wall, he leans opposite me, his eyes on mine.
There isn't any tension or awkwardness, just companionship and a bit of sleepiness since the movie was three hours long.
The doors open, and he beckons me out first. "So, the waitress was my exe and the movie sucked. Great date." He says, smiling ironically.
"I had a good time."
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, I'm glad."
We pause between my door and his. "So... goodnight?"
He smiles again, and I smile tentatively back. "Sweet dreams, Kat."
***
No kissing HAHAHAHhaha HA
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Balconial Conversations
Novellabal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1
