"What?" He looked up, startled. He’d been so engrossed in the article in his hands that he hadn’t even noticed her entering the room.
"I know what you’re thinking." She said again. She was smiling at him oddly.
"Well, right now I’m thinking 'What on earth is she getting at?'"
"You see," she said, "I knew that." She sat in the chair across from him and leaned forward conspiratorially. "But I know what you were thinking before that, too."
He glanced at the papers in front of him. He glanced at the clock. He glanced at her. He made a valiant effort not to notice the way her legs looked in that skirt. He failed. He glanced at her legs. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Are we going to be playing this game for very long? I ask merely for information, so that I can know whether or not to cancel my lunch meeting."
She stood abruptly and headed for the door. "No need to cancel anything. I just thought I’d let you know."
He was totally lost. "Let me know what, exactly?"
She stopped in the doorway and looked over her shoulder. "I know what you’re thinking."
And then she was gone.
He rested his head in his hands. It was going to be a long day.
I wrote that just now. I don't know why. I don't know who the people are, where they are, or what the heck "she" is talking about. I just felt like writing something, and this is what came out. I think it's done now. There's no more to it than that. I wonder what it is . . .