The banter between them was getting personal. Mutual friends did not make them friends. Tolerant, but barely. Yesterday, Kris was seen kissing Val's recent ex (who, it was hoped, would return). "It's quite silly to think that people are naturally kind." "Of course, the unkind among us would be the cynic. Blame nature for your behavior." "Are you suggesting I stole Alex? You fumbled that play. Should've gone to bed sooner. Or do you not know the game?" "Love ought not to be a game. For you, it's merely a word you use to explain your salacious actions." "And you think any stranger's glance in your direction means love. Pathetic." Stop it right now or you'll both leave, the hostess warns. "We're only playing. Right, dear?" "Of course." She smiles gently. "When's dinner?"
Part of Three Word Wednesday CCLI