It’s a short story Robert, a very short story.”
“But I don’t want my story to end! Free porn I’m going away now, aren’t I?”
Charlotte nodded. Or what if…what if I’ve robbed a bank, and I’m on the run, and I’m about to take you hostage? “Everyone knows what hotel hallways look like,” said Charlotte, “so there’s no need to describe one.”
“Can’t it at least have red carpet? If we stay very still and don’t say a word-”
“It stops, until we do something again.”
“Like that!” he said. “You poor thing, you really are dense. Maybe just my dialogue is. You’re not very interesting.”
“I can develop!”
“That sounds like a lot of work.” Charlotte yawned. “Well, I guess-”
She slammed the door in his face. And I’m sure I didn’t really feel it until just before I said it.
