Inside Your Refrigerator

She sat quietly at the cluttered kitchen table in her boyfriend’s house. It was late afternoon and he was busy making drinks. Manhattans are the preferred cocktail at the moment. The silence committed violence in their ears like a fierce sneaky ninja running the gauntlet through a room. The sun dutifully descends casting shadowy lines through the sliding door across the floor. He brings the drinks over and sits down. They each take a sip and look up at each other and smile. The drinks are tasty, they both thought to themselves. Looking down at their phones, they scroll and change into absorbent sponges. The room finally becomes dark and she reaches over to flip the light switch without looking up. “What do you want to eat tonight,” he says without glancing up. “What’s inside your refrigerator?” They both knew they wouldn’t bother looking inside the fridge. As they both drained the last of their cocktail, their eyes meet and he asks, “Uber Eats?”