Examples Of An Evening Chat

An Evening Chat Scene: My roommate and I are sitting doing homework on opposite ends of the same dorm room. We do not speak. We do not need to. Somehow she and I always vibrate on the same wavelength. When we need to talk we do. Otherwise, we understand the value of silence, especially when it comes time to study. The clock strikes 9:30 PM. A knock at the door. My roommate goes to answer it and it is my good friend. She smiles at my roommate but brushes past quickly, on a mission to fill me in on the details of her day. My roommate returns to her work, typing furiously but also listening. I too begin to work, observing the conversation, this assignment fresh in my mind. The thing about an interaction as an eavesdropper is that you are …show more content…
She is my friend and my peer, so socially we are on the same level. Although we haven’t known each other long, college has led us through a lot of experiences already. Because of this, we tend to communicate equally well verbally and nonverbally. I knew the moment she walked in that she was concerned about her history grade and she was looking to discuss the current object of her affections. She pulled a chair up near my desk and launched into a story about how he had asked her for her homework, and what I thought it meant, and what she should do next time she saw him. Her story was occasionally interrupted by the notification sound on her phone, signaling a friend in need or some other news that required attention. I wondered how this conversation would be different if we had been texting, as we never speak on the phone. All of our talks have happened in brief snippets over Facebook or Snapchat or they have been deep face to face conversations. I tune back in to hear her complain about a professor who is very openly …show more content…
The only noise in the room is my roommate’s typing and the voices from next door. I have a project due tomorrow and I don’t want to continue the conversation. I know this is obvious because my friend and I understand each other. She herself is pulled away from the conversation briefly to look up a word she wants to use to describe a class she’s thinking of taking. She buries her face into her phone as I turn back to my computer. She finds her word, and, after receiving a nod from me that I am still listening, finishes her day with the dinner she had with our mutual friend. I begin to think of that friend, and wonder how she is, so I interrupt the conversation I’m having in person to send her a