"What do you mean you're 'breaking up' with me?!" Asked Mairey as she looked up at the man, sitting across the table from her, in absolute dismay.
The tall, half orc man looked down and sighed, "Mairey, please keep your voice down. Everyone will hear you," said the man, still looking down, as Mairey took a few sips of water from her glass. The pub was nearly empty with only a handful of patrons left in the establishment.
"Griff," said the young, elvish woman as she put her glass down, "It's almost closing time, there's hardly anyone here."
"But still," he sighed as he faced her, "It's not you, it's me."
"You're tired of me, aren't you?" Asked Mairey as she fought back her tears.
The man shook his head, "No, no! I mean, I don't think I'm right for you."
"Because you're tired of me and you don't want to feel like you're leading me on."
"What?" Griff clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, "It's not that, you don't understand!"
