"Nothing. What do you mean? He just doesn't like
"Will he bite me?"
"I don't know.... I doubt it. He just gets depressed easy."
"Oh... So how's the new girl? ...what's-her-face..."
"Julia. She's pretty good. I'm happy."
"You look happy."
"She doesn't like my music. I finish a new song... one that I'm
especially proud of, and we put it in the car stereo and she feigns
interest for a couple seconds and then she turns it down so she can
tell me about some stupid shit somebody said at work. She's planning
a trip to Mexico in a couple weeks. She's going alone. She thinks
I'm irritating. We have nothing in common."