She said she hated sunsets and pulled away when he tried to hold her hand. He had an insipid nature that weighed heavily on her.
She tried to move away but the seat they shared didn’t allow for much more manoeuvring once they settled their butts upon its steel frame.
Then there was his endless inane chatter. Usually about his day, what he’d done, didn’t do, with whom he’d engaged and with whom he cemented what he called a meaningful dialogue.
She wondered if that meaningful dialogue sent those so called friends to the tip of insanity as she was feeling right now.
It was when he mentioned going to the nearby hamburger joint that she felt a sense of relief. As much as she didn’t need anything to eat more fatty than a lettuce leaf she acquiesced and lifted herself from the seat. With arms folded she followed him, regret heavy on her heart.