Stranger In The Room

Lucia and Crawford were the only ones left in the room, after Leo had left. It was awkwardly silent, as they both didn't know what to say. Lucia felt nervous and guilty, as she remembered how she had run into him and ruined his shirt. She glanced at his chest, where her lipstick had stained his white shirt. She quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed.

Crawford noticed her gaze, and cleared his throat. 

"Uhm, I apologize for running into you and ruining your shirt, Mr. Crawford."

Crawford smiled, "Crawford." 

Lucia looked at him, and asked, "What?"

Crawford repeated, "Crawford. That's my name. You don't have to call me Mr. Crawford. It makes me feel old."

Lucia's eyes widened a bit, "Oh, OK. Crawford."

She looked down, feeling shy. 

"Ooh, I just remembered. I have your jacket with me. How do I return it?"

"Give me your number. I'll let you know where to send it."