The café was busy; they sat at a corner table.
She switched her phone off, looked around and sighed. “I think we should move on, don’t you?”
He looked up from staring into his cup and smiled. “Yeah, I’m glad you brought it up. I have to say I’m more than tired of watching you forever playing with your phone. While we’re at it, you’re always fiddling with your hair. You bite your fingernails and talk with your mouth full. I should add that you’re just too fond of passing on gossip, whether true or false. I hate it when you crack your knuckles and you’re forever chewing on sweets. You’re a bit too fond of finishing my sentences for me. I hate watching you while you’re fixing your makeup in public. You’re never on time for a date and you can’t stop fidgeting when we’re in the cinema. You do too much window shopping for my liking and you spend too much on lottery tickets. I find it pretty creepy the way you’re continually looking for scabs to pick at. I find it boring when you go on about soap operas. You so often put things off and do a lot of unnecessary penny pinching. You’re too fond of name dropping, and have a habit of repeatedly saying ‘whatever’. And I really hate the way you keep clearing your throat.”
She sat shaking her head. “I meant… it’s getting noisy in here, can we go somewhere else.” She sighed again and raised her eyebrows. “But I think you’re right. From my point of view, you certainly complain a hell of a lot.”
They smiled at each other. It was a strange smile, but it was a smile nevertheless.
