"Are We Done Here?"

I came out of the shower, and walked towards him sitting at the edge of the sofa. “You good?” I asked. “Yeah, just checking messages,” he curtly responded.

He stood up, grabbed his drawstring shorts neatly placed atop the ottoman, and reached out for a lingering hug. “Thanks for tonight, I guess I’ll see you around?”, he gingerly asked. “For sure, yeah… you have my number,” I replied.

I never heard from him.