*

In which a room is vacuously defined.

We looked across the room at one another. They were framed by their surroundings. A picture of commotion, emotion, color, smell, and infinitesimal gradations of micromanagement.

I assume I appeared the same; my first difficulty.

I rose from my seat to approach. They raised their head slightly as I came nearer. The frame dispersed becoming less and less and less. Their head lowered as mine as I pulled a chair from the surrounding and sat down face to face. They pursed lips and continued their gaze.

"Who am I to you?" I asked.

They nodded. A small smile played across their lips.

Was I living to their expectations?

"Am I just another human; met today; met and left for other days?"

They turned away.

Small talk was what I attempted anyway. 

"I saw you across the room," I said and described the moment as before. "Why were you looking at me?" I asked.

They turned back and gave me a last long look rising as my head rose slightly watching their chair move away from their body as they turned and walked away watching a human form I had only slightly met.