WHEN THE FEELING IS MUTUAL

I stared at the room in awkwardness and at the young man too; then back at the room again.

God! The silence is killing me!

I tried talking to him, the young I meant. But he felt awkward even looking at me; as he avoided every possible contact I tried to make with him. His treating me like a plague? And it’s appalling to say the least.

Okay, this is too awkward, even for me. How long am I meant to stay here, or sit in a place till he gets back?

My butt hurt, and I seriously need to pee.

I looked over at the young man and notice that he speedily avoided eye contact with me, again!

Okay, I don’t care what’s going on here but I seriously need to use the rest room, or am doing it here, right here and on his floor.

“Hmmm, Excuse me!” I called out to him as he bluntly ignored me.

Did he just roll his eye at me?

“Excuse me! Please I need to use the rest room” I said again but lot louder and bolder.