The morning started with the night before, which didn’t end in a phone call between them. There wasn’t a fight or even a small disagreement. Those things can be overcame, because with those things are passion. What had happen had no passion. It was a simple question, but not an innocent one.

“When are you two going to get married?” asked a new man, a new friend in her life.

William was his name and his intentions were her. Jeff suspected, but didn’t care. He was comfortable in the relationship and trusted Karen.

Karen eyes were big after the question, not with hope but with fear. She too, was comfortable with the relationship. She was comfortable in her own apartment with time to live her own life. They hadn’t even moved in with each other. Why wasn’t that the question? That question had an answer. They worked on opposite sides of the city and any central location would be far too expensive and far too far from work.

The question lingered and neither answered, William smiled.

Jeff and Karen drove to their separate sides of the city and looked at their phones waiting for the other to call.

Neither did.

So, the morning started with that, the phone call that didn’t happen and when it was over, it was over.