Her: Why is he looking at me like that?
Him: Smile, bitch. Would it really kill you to admit I exist?
Her: If I smile, he’ll think it’s an invitation.
Him: If you smile, I won’t do it. They’ll all be allowed to live.
Her: Maybe he’s just…lonely?
Him: I can pull the trigger or not. Your call.
As they passed by each other, she offered a hesitant smile.
A moment later, she’d forgotten all about him.