I stared after her retreating back, a flash of irritation coursing down my spine.
What had she expected me to say? What had she wanted me to say? It wasn't like we could have gotten the dog in any case. It had been sold. So instead of wishing for how good of a dog it could have been if it had been able to come into our home, I went the opposite way. Saying why that dog wouldn't have worked out anyways. Trying to show that that dog, even if it appeared to be perfect in the picture wouldn't have been a good fit.
Apparently it was the wrong thing, judging by the stiff set of her shoulders.
Silently I exhaled, meandering my way slowly after her. I didn't know what she wanted of me. But it seemed like in this case, no matter which route I took....I would have lost anyways.
-Inspiration from a roomie encounter
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