They sat in a room together, not looking at each other. Silence caked the air, covering nostrils and eyes alike, as if smoke from a raging inferno. The room was nice: rather modern, with odd eclectia placed at odds with itself within the room. Everyone was talking; no one was listening. Typical Friday night, routine. The chairs were placed as to let people sit and converse in comfort, fashionably, without disturbing the fire or the dance floor, yet no one seemed aware of this, aside from the occasional drunks or lovers who, in their respective conditions, lacked all awareness of the room, never having any reason to have thought about it in the first place.
