Ripostes

They looked at each other over the table.

"So how long have you been crazy?" he said, smiling.

"So how long have you been girly?" she shot back...

*****
It happened quite by accident; somehow she ended up cocking his thumb backwards on itself.

She recoiled, clearly startled; and startling him in return.

"What?"

She cocked her own thumb back in wonder, and said, "we're made for each other... we're freaks!"

they laughed.

*****
Perhaps the eighth or ninth time they met, when he was just about to ask her if she was really a rep, she asked him if he remembered her product.

He paused for a moment, marvelling at the sheer coincidence of the moment which she would probably never know about.

Of course he remembered. He answered, in his mind : "You're ____, aren't you? And your product is B____, a once monthly _____." (And then he thought, bloody 'ell. I actually remembered all that? But I have the world's most rotten memory!")

Out loud, he said instead, you're the B___ girl, no?

She smiled, clearly impressed.

He couldn't resist...

"I have no idea what it does...?"

She frowned, and he laughed inside himself.

*****
He watched the words appear on screen : Out of point, but I miss you.

His Y chromosome kicked in and he didn't reply, but just smiled at the screen.

Not that this has anything to do with anything, but I miss you too.