They Had Nothing...

They had nothing to say to each other. One very attractive girl, sitting next to a very handsome man, an awkward open space between them full of tension. Neither one of them wanted to go back to what had just happened. Sitting in silence, they couldn't even bring themselves to look each other in the eye. She tried to reach over and place her hand on his shoulder in an effort to comfort him, but he only shrugged her away and stood up slowly. As he got up and left the girl alone on the couch, he brought a cigarette to his mouth.

"Nobody will know about this... I won't tell a soul," he muttered as he walked out of the room, lighting the cigarette.

She sighed and laid down on the couch, curling up with herself. She let he soft and silky hair fall over her eyes as she replayed the events in her mind. Looking out the window at the slowly rising sun, she couldn't believe what had just happened. She almost felt a little sick, but knew she didn't have the right to. It was her fault, after all. She just hoped that he meant what he said about not telling anyone.

In the next room, he slowly and softly shut the door. He took a drag of his cigarette as he paced back and forth in the low lit room. He let the smoke out slowly, running a hand through his well-groomed and neatly trimmed hair. He reached into his designer jeans pocket and brought out a cell phone, dialed a number and brought it to his ear.

"Dude, you will never guess what just happened. You know that girl from the bar last night? Yeah, the hot one. She totally sharted, dude. Right in front of me."