The Wrong Room
© all rights reserved by Monica P 2012
Yvonne smiled to her boyfriend Robert. He smiled back. She seemed so nice he wanted to invite her to bed. But he didn't know what to say. Yvonne glared at her watch time and again, and she began to lose patience with the day. She was like that, a little impatient. She kind of just wanted to leave off the bat, on the spur of the moment. It made Robert a little unsteady, and it made him think that there was something wrong with him. But Yvonne was just like that. She liked to leave in order to get away, and then when she was in the mood she liked to stay. She moved on a trail of moods, and it made Robert want to get drunk.
“Mind if I have a beer?” asked Robert as he looked to Yvonne who blinked her eyes.
“I don't want you to drink within my presence;” she muttered before she pushed up a hand in an effort to ward Robert away.
“Okay then maybe I have some sars in the fridge;” muttered Robert as he looked to the door and thought it was too far to reach. “Maybe straight from the container!” he gasped before he moved.
“If you are angry then I would rather leave;” told Yvonne as she looked to the door with the empty corridor.
Yvonne heard a whistle and knew there was someone else in the corridor. She batted her eyes as she saw a figure, and then she smiled politely as big brother Forge walked inside.