Dominique left.
She had just been on a date with a prominent architect.
On paper he seemed like a good idea, but in reality something was amiss. The Gaps in conversation had to be filled with words. It was too awkward otherwise. She tried but then she tired. The constant pressure didn't seem worth it. She stopped doing the needful.
She didn't ramble on to entertain the narcissistic, almighty architect, who expected it of her. She didn't like to do what was expected, so deliberately created and held onto the moments of silence. These were not comfortable for him. He accused her of never talking.
She smiled.
'What a child', she thought and looked through him.
Not a fan of meaningless small talk, her mind raced for an exit. She always got what she wanted.
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