– (…) What is wrong?
He knows that that nothing is far from nothing. He wraps his towel around his waist, his shoulders still wet. He tilts his head looking for her gaze, but her gaze he knows he is not going to find, because when she says that not-making-eye-contact nothing! with an exclamation mark – he knows there is going to be a long night.
She never makes eyes contact when she is upset. Maybe because she is so upset she knows she will hate him if she looks at him, at is “pretended” innocence.
– Why are you angry?
But before he finish the question his eyes travel to the side of the bed and see his mobile lighted up.
– Somebody called?
She keeps fidgeting with the ring in her middle finger, like she always does when she is so full of anger and she needs to channel that anger through her fingers.
– answer me; somebody called?
But since he knows he wont get an answer, he picks up the phone to checks for incoming calls. The screen lights up, but not the the calls screen, but to an MMS showing an upper body picture, cropped from the top by a pair of shut eyes surrounded by blue eye shadow, semi-open red lips liking a finger, and cropped from the bottom to a pair of naked pierced nipples. Under the picture, states an invitation:
“To see you again after all these years… I never forgot your smell and how my body felt with you. You seemed to remember also…” Wanna meet for a “coffee” again?”
– you never told me you did see her.
Now she is piercing him with her eyes. He knows there is no escape, or maybe there is an escape is he knows how to play his cards – the cards he knows work on her. He decides to try.