... dreams

reality ...

"Sorry."

The architect closed the door of the bathroom and walked to the lounge sofa. She laid on the furniture, her eyes looking up towards the ceiling. Blinking, Ariadne tried to fathom what she just saw behind the doors of the bathroom.

Failing to notice the lights on the floor of the bathroom, she turned the knob of the door and saw Arthur.

Changing. In the bathroom.

His pants were halfway down his legs, articles of garments littering the entire bathroom as if a tornado roared through the room. She thought she caught a glimpse of skin as his pants were hanging loosely around his legs...

Immediately, the architect shook her head at the image.

Guh! Get my mind out of the gutter...!

The woman could feel her cheeks flushing in heat as she fumed in frustration. She got up from where she laid on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. The door of the bathroom opened, revealing Arthur in a clean set of clothes.

"Hey," the point man smiled.

"Hi," bluntly replied the woman, staring sharply at Arthur.

There was a long period of awkward silence. If there was a gun in the room, Ariadne would appreciate a blow to the head, anything at all to kill the silence. She reached for a cleaning cloth and began to polish her totem.

"So..." breathed Arthur. "The supplies will be here any moment. All we got to do is wait until Cobb calls the shot."

"Okay," faintly whispered Ariadne, jumping a little from Arthur's voice.

More silence.

"About what happened in the bathroom..." began the point man. "It's no trouble at all."

"It's fine." She could feel her face turn warm and the pace of rubbing against the chess piece quickened.

She could feel her eyebrows crunch. Arthur could get so infuriating!

"And..." Arther paused, sounding more serious.

Ariadne stopped rubbing against the chess piece and waited for Arthur to say more. At this moment, perhaps he was being sincere.

"About that last mission... that kiss..."

The pause in Arthur's sentence left Ariadne hanging, leaving the memory of the "kiss" as fresh as if it was happening in front of her. Suddenly, Arthur was in front of her, their faces almost touching each other, if one of them slightly moved. Ariadne felt violated, the anger slowly bubbling again.

"Shall we do it again, this time for real?"

So he wasn't being serious. He hadn't change the somber mood of the conversation to tell her something significant! He was still being his slippery, elusive self!

The dishonesty disgusted Ariadne, it fueled her to push Arthur a few centimeters away from her.

"In your dreams...!"

The point man smirked. "Precisely."

And she felt her eyes closed as his hands grasped her head...