So, I’m sitting at Remedy, mindin’ my own business, when these two fake & bake glazed girls sit down across from me, chais in one hand, shitty gucci bags in the other. It is obvious they are here today, together, for some sort of “coffee” “date”.

I’ve constructed myself a kind of blanket fort across from them, so naturally, they’ve been castin’ the ol’ stink-eye for ages now, AGES, blasting messages from their boyfriends on speakerphone, calling their supposed “friends” losers, and generally being ma-fucking annoying.

But the thing that gets me is that other than the snide commentary, they are virtually silent. There is little dialogue actually happening. It’s less of a conversation, more of a prolongued silence, peppered with the occasional quip or cough. It is agony to watch. Who are these two people? Why are they together? How the hell do they know each other? They both obviously have no interest in being here. Are they being forced? Who could possible b making them? Maybe they were once friends, but have drifted apart and are now to stubborn to admit it. So many questions. And on top of that, they both keep looking up my goddamn skirt.

Christ, one of them has just started pawing through her purse for something to do. CHRIST. I can’t take this.

Ironically, I am here to write a lesson plan on silence & subtext.