Mary sat down on the couch with a hard flop, not even paying that much attention as Jess went off to borrow some clothes so she could head out for the day. She hardly heard Jess promise to return the clothes later in the evening, after her shift, and hardly noticed Rob walk up to her and sit down next to her.
"Hey, you gonna be okay?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"I... I dunno, I... I'm not sure why I'm so upset..." Mary murmured, snapping out of her daze.
"Look, let's trade phone numbers, okay? We can hook up again some time, have some fun, get to know each other?"
"But it won't be the same..." she sighed.
"I still like you, even if you're not a pig," Rob smiled. "Maybe we can get lunch sometime. A small lunch."
"I... I think I'd like that, yeah," Mary broke a smile, and nodded her head. "This is silly of me, really. We did have a crazy experience, right?"
"The craziest. Wouldn't trade it for anything."
"Yeah," Mary nodded her head again. She couldn't let herself get all bogged down in this. It was crazy. She was a human being. Why would she get all upset over not being a farm animal?
"Alright, so... uh... tell me your number?" he asked, grabbing a pen that lay atop the coffee table.
"Sure, sure..." Mary rattled the phone number off, and Rob jotted it down on the palm of his hand. "Left my cell in the car, and... well..."
"Your clothes are ruined, I know. I have a t-shirt and some gym shorts you can borrow - totally non-gender. Might be a bit tight..."
"I'll manage 'till I get home," Rob nodded his head, and smiled.
"Alright. Stay right - there. I'll be right back," Mary ran off to her bedroom, and Rob couldn't help but watch her backside as she went. She did have quite a nice bounce to her, he had to admit.
She rummaged through her closet until she found an old Coca-Cola t-shirt and a pair of silvery grey gym shorts, of the long-legged variety and brought them on out.
"No shoes, I'm afraid," she shrugged her shoulders before tossing the items to him.
"I'm sure I'll survive," he chuckled as the shirt hit him in the face. He dressed quickly, and crossed the room.
"I'll talk to ya soon, Mary," he said, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"I shall wait by the telephone with baited breath," she spoke with a mock British tone to her voice, and smiled.
"Later," he grinned, and headed on out the front door, leaving Mary alone in her home. She could manage, she was sure. She'd get over this weird funk - she had to.
But she really, REALLY didn't want to clean up the literal pigsty her house had become.