It was late. Everyone else had left at least an hour, or two, or three ago. They were tired, and there are only so many times you can listen to "Surfer Rosa" on Vinyl. What was there to do? She knew she had to do something. Her mind seemed to reel for ages that went by in a split second. Sofia was never one to play tricks on people. But there was something about the way he suddenly looked at her that forced her to do the first thing that jumped into her mind. So she pulled him forward and kissed him. As she began to relax she closed her eyes; and that was when he pushed her away.

He knew that she was impulsive, but so far the worst she had done to him was merely knocking hot coffee into his lap (on purpose of course), or a swift punch in his gut. She even popped one of his tires with the heel of her shoe once when he refused to come with her to a show at the Knitting Factory. Even then, they could laugh it off and all would be well. She never apologized...she didn't have to. If she did, her actions would have meant something. They never had...

This was different, however, as laughter seemed to be cruel, yet anger was useless and words were empty...embarassment replaced all of these and filled them up in places where even an awkward understanding would have done some good. Despite all this, their eyes remained locked onto each other's, and it seemed like forever until the silence was broken by Sofia's quiet murmur of "I'm sorry".