She said, "my professor told me if I couldn't think of anything to write about, just write dialog. I tend to free associate anyway, so I could just write down all the free floating stuff that meanders through my mind." She lit a cigaret and inhaled deeply, while her free hand waved the match in the air, extinguishing it with a sudden jerk of her wrist.
He looked down at his coffee and considered investing in a refill, calculating how long he could nurse it against the cost. "Huh," he offered, finally, but she kept going. "I never am at a loss for something to say. I think I'm a great conversationalist, don't you? I mean I can talk about pretty much any subject. Even sports I can usually fake. All you really have to do is nod and smile at the right times. Don't you think so?" She took a last pull on her cigaret then stabbed it out, exhaling, "Just the other day, in fact, I was sitting here and this guy sat down, right where you are now. He goes, 'Is this seat taken?'"
He looked up at her then, more attentively than usual. "Oh?", his body tensed and he sat up, rigid.
She continued, "he was really quite handsome. Well-dressed...maybe even a little too well-groomed. If you know what I mean."
He relaxed back into his seat.
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