Pierre and Marguerite Have a Chat
It was starting to become hard to take bubble baths without the window open. Sitting there in the steaming suds, I had to refrain from it. It was really hot, I had to do it.
He was sitting on the window ledge, probably waiting for me. I couldn’t help but think it was pathetic. I could peep my head out from the window and my bath enclosure and watch him.
“G’day,” I called over, his head turned in my direction.
“It’s you!” He cried out eagerly, “What happened? I haven’t heard you out here in so long.”
“Um, I was busy?” I said, sounding a little rude. “Um, Pierre, do you just want to talk out here for awhile. I mean, we don’t really know each other, and then I go and maul you and all.”
“I would love to talk to you,” he said eagerly.
“Well, sorry I can’t be more visible, I’m kind of naked in the bathtub,” I said with a laugh. He began to blush.
“What’s your name?” he called out.
“That’s irrelevant,” I said.