A Deliberate Distance

“Let’s go out,” I declared suddenly.

She looked at herself briefly and scoffed.

“Obviously, I am not going out with this dress. 

“Neither am I,” I concluded firmly.

She smiled faintly.

“Then after that let’s go eat some dinner at Dinner Royal,” I declared.

Inside the mansion, we separated to different rooms to get prepared.

Time passed.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

After twenty full minutes, I was still the one waiting.

“You sure take years before you get dressed,” I declared jokingly when she finally appeared.

“Yeah,” she replied confidently. “I have to look good.”

And then….

Silence.

Not the awkward type.

Not the forced...