Dinner with Millie

I go inside, and see that Millie has cooked spaghetti and meatballs. I sit down at the table, and Millie serves us both from a big plate between us.

We start eating, and I notice that Millie has changed into a tight white shirt and jeans, and she refuses to make eye contact with me, she just sits there with a disinterested look, trying to eat her food as quickly as possible.

I also notice that she is sitting with her legs folded under her, must be that her ass is sore, I think to myself, and smile. Millie sees me smiling and just glares at me, asking:

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing." I reply.

Millie shoots me a murderous look, then looks back down at her food and continues eating in silence. After a while we have finished eating, and Millie takes the plates out to the kitchen, then goes out to the living room and sits down on one of the sofas, turning the TV on. I join her in the living room, sitting on the sofa across from her, both of us watching TV in silence.

More than an hour passes this way, and I am starting to feel increasingly awkward and I feel the need to say something to break the silence.