the Weather

Short story. Anything I should work on?

     There were two wine glasses on the coffee table. One had lipstick on it. He shut the door behind him. The walls were white and the furniture dark brown.

He watched himself put his coat on the hook in the foyer. He laid his hat on his briefcase and put it on the floor next to her shoes then he sat on the loveseat and listened.

The couch across from him was empty. He grabbed the wine and took a drink. He picked up the glass with the lipstick and poured some into it. A magazine on the coffee table caught his eye. He looked at the pictures. The ashtray was empty.  

He heard them quit finally. His legs were crossed and his hand was on his knee. The door was only cracked. Their voices were muffled but he could still make out. The door was only cracked. His fingers nudged the Windsor Knot loose and he shot back the rest of the wine.

The door opened and they came out like nothing. She got a glass of water and he took a drink out of the milk jug. They talked about the weather. “Oh.” she said. “Didn’t see you. This is my friend from work.” “Hello.” he said. “We were just catching up on a little homework babes.” she actually winked at him. Her hair was lopsided.

Reviews

[Smoking Man]

Great start to what looks like an interesting scene,I'm presuming there will be some pretty intimate moments shared between the characters later on in further instalments of this story.
I think you just need to introduce the main characters to the readers in this early written part.
Anyway kudos to you,once you've read something from my library or portfolio I will be happy to accept your friendship request.

[Zoya]

Cheeky, little story. Simple yet an intriguing read. Nicely done.

[Grace Coggins]

This was actually really good! Nice work :)