Know

--Jake? Dana was holding her mug between the hands cupped like a little kid's.

--Yeah. What?

Dana hesitated a moment, as if making a final decision, and then continued:

--Jake, why did you offer me sugar for the tea. You know I don't drink tea with sugar.

--Maybe you wanted it with sugar today.

--You know I never do. It's too sweet. I can't drink it.

--So don't. You are so inconsistent. You never know what you want.

--I don't know? I don't know? YOU are the one who can't make up his mind half the time! I know exactly what I want. And that's for you to pay ATTENTION!.

It was strangly quiet in the apartment after Dana's scream died out. She was the first to turn her eyes away. Jake was left looking at her hung shoulders.