She tells him she is tired and needs some time to think. She does not feel the same way as before and the relationship seems different. Outside it is raining, the storm is coming closer. He tells her she can actually have as much time as she wants and more. He also says he does not feel the same way as before either. He slams the door behind him, sees the rain falling and enters back. A lightning illuminates their faces, the thunder comes five seconds after.
When she sees him entering, she tells him there is nothing else to talk about. I don't want to talk about anything, he answers, I want coffee. He pours coffee in a plastic cup. She says: it is better if we stop seeing each other for a while. That would be the best for you as well. I don't want to see you either, he says, you are boring and I will look the other way. He turns around and faces the wall. She throws her cigarette into the cup of coffee. He looks back and says the coffee seems different. They laugh. Another lightning, a thunder immediately after.
She kisses him in the cheek. He embraces her and asks where are we going this summer. She says I told you I need some time to think. He says but where do we go, not Spain again, please, I hate those horrible tourist beaches full of hooligans. She tells him he never listens to her when she is talking. He says I only listen to you, my love, but we need to reserve the tickets and I do not like the beach in Spain. Let's go to Greece or Italy. The Greek islands, please. Look outside the window, what a weather.
She ask him did you see the news about Iraq. He says I don't care about the news or Iraq I care about our holidays. She says you do not have a social conscience and I don't like that. He says why don't we watch a movie tonight, maybe a socially conscious movie if you want. She says I invited Bob and Sandra for dinner. He looks at her with anger, why didn't you ask me first before inviting them. She says because then we would not do it, you sociopath.
Well, I am not going to cook for them, he says. You are so selfish, she says, and you are not even a good cook. You are a pain in the ass, he says. The sound of a huge thunder strike covers the word `ass', the storm is right on top. Lets put the white wine in the freezer so its cool when Bob and Sandra come. I don't want white, I want red, he says. She says, we will drink white this time. She holds a dry baguette in her hand. He looks around and grabs a cauliflower from the top of the fridge. He says red. She says white. Red. White. Red. White. Red! White! RED! The door bell rings.
