Wanted to make a story out of this.

Just a draft though..
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The two looked at each other awkwardly. The girl was the first to break the eye contact, aimlessly looking at anything that she could look, as long as it was other than his eyes.

He was once the most dear person to her, with the exception of her own father and his dear mother, whom she thought of as her own mother. The woman, not a girl, on the other hand, although childishly annoying when he first met, have grown into a dependable, kind and most beautiful person in his eyes. Her spoilt nature seems just and cute to him now.

“How have you been?” he dared himself to ask.

“I’m fine,” came her reply.

After a longer pause, she looked at him in the eye, forcing herself to ignore all throbs while pretending not to realize how the man was glad she took the initiative – she asked him, “How have you been, Mr. Kinder?”

Ah, he thought. How amusing that she couldn’t get it right. She always call him Mr. Kinder, pronouncing as if mocking him to be the antonym of the word when she’s not in a good mood, while teasing when she’s in better mood. His name was supposed to be pronounced Kin Deer, though he couldn’t make sense of the name any better than his mates could. The woman however, always pronounced it as Kind-der. It came as an amusing thought to her when they first met. Oh, he recalled the days when her face was filled with joy and how her anger is purposely shown on her flushed face. The good times. Now, even if the pronunciation of his name stuck with her, it contains no emotion, at least he knew she didn’t call him that to tease or mock him. 

“Me?” Mr. Kinder asked thoughtlessly.

The woman made no attempt to answer. She asked without any intention of caring what he’d reply, wishing the small talk would just wither away so she could walk in comfortable silence. Of course, for all the years they spent, he knew what she wanted. She too, knew that he hoped the conversation goes on and on, but she wouldn’t have it. She’s tired of all the conflict that have risen and doesn’t want to go through it again. Mr. Kinder knew that the woman of his dreams, that pestered him non-stop, that sulks as easily as she could be swayed, is now tired of him. He cursed himself for being the man he is. He cannot let her go.

“I guess I’m not all too well,” he coughed out the words, if she cared to listen.

The woman chuckled. That was a first from Mr. Kinder. He’s usually much more passive. Somehow it amuse her.

“I’m not exactly that well either,” she replied with a chuckle, all while moving forward, not making eye contact with him.

‘This is good too,’ thought Mr. Kinder. At least he gets to see her better mood again, even if she refuse to show it to him.

“It’s pretty cold tonight. Let’s get your stuff and come back immediately,” he said. 

The woman gave a fast nod. They got in the car and he drove to her apartment in silence.