succinct, pt. 6

They meet for dinner and he casually mentions that he is going to quit his job. She asks if he has already turned in his two weeks notice, and the pause that follows is a little more awkward than she had hoped.

He says, "I'm not giving notice. Today was my last day."

"That's--you should at least give notice."

"No."

"Well, what are you going to do?" she says.

"I bought plane tickets. You should come, it'll be fun."

"I can't just leave."

"Sure you can. I am."

"I really can't. I don't even know why you're leaving."

He shrugs. "I'm trying to figure that out, myself." She stares at him. He says, "So how was your day?"

And that, she knows, is all they will ever say about the subject.