Truth and Coffee

I walked out of the bathroom. I was wearing Joe's clothes. It felt a tad-bit awkward. But since we had been neighbors since a long time now, it was alright. He had prepared coffee for both of us. It was surprising, to be honest. How did he know that I liked coffee?

He turned around as I went into the kitchen. Wearing his t-shirt and denim jeans. He looked at me. And was lost for quite some time. I blushed again as I scratched my head.

He zapped out. And poured the coffee in mugs.

He offered me a mug. He was ignoring eye-contact right now. Cute.

We sat by the table.

"Never thought I'd have coffee with you... Trisha..." said he.

I smiled at him. Though, I must say that I would have been looking extremely funny then and there in that outfit.

"N-neither did I."

And for a long time, there was silence.

"C-can I ask you why you were locked naked outside?"

The coffee choked in my neck. I somehow managed to get it down. I shyly looked at him. What must I answer! I hadn't thought what I'd say about this. Fuck. Fuck.

"I...uh...I ... if I tell you, you will judge me..."

"No no, I won't. You can share."

I looked at him. And I licked my lips. I finished the coffee and went to the basin. As I started washing the cup. My back towards Joe. "I uh- I'm sort of ... a, an exhibitionist... you know... and, and I locked myself out on purpose. I thought I'd just have some fun and get back home, but I didn't remember that I took the key from you already..."

She turned around.

Joe was scratching his head. Sitting on his table. "Oh... right..." Trisha looked away. Shy as hell. Her eyes not able to meet the boy. She scratched her head.